Rian’s POV I woke up on cold stone. My whole body ached. My wrists were cuffed, and the metal burned just enough to make sure I didn’t forget it. The air smelled like old blood, mildew, and something sharp—magic, maybe. Whatever they’d used to bind me, it was working. I could feel my power, but I couldn’t reach it. Like it was locked behind glass. I tried to move. My head spun. Where the hell was I? A heavy door creaked open. I didn’t even bother lifting my head. I already knew who it was. “Elion,” I muttered. His footsteps echoed. Slow. Like he had all the time in the world. “I’m glad you’re awake,” he said, voice smooth and way too calm for someone who had me chained up like an animal. “You and I have a lot to discuss.” I forced myself up, back against the wall, legs weak. I probably looked like hell. Didn’t matter. I met his eyes anyway. “You won’t win,” I said. “Whatever this is, it ends with me walking out of here. Or burning it all down.” He tilted his head
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