Bounded Beyond The Abyss
Her wrists—once raw and torn from the chains—were now wrapped in soft bandages, the faint scent of ointment lingering on her skin.
Someone had tended to her wounds.
Her gaze drifted across the room, taking in the dark wood furnishings, towering bookshelves, and the faint crackling of a fireplace in the corner. The air was still, save for the soft rustle of pages turning.
Then she saw him.
Vael.
Casually seated in a chair beside her bed, one leg crossed over the other, a book resting lazily in his hands. He read in complete ease, as if nothing had happened, as if he hadn’t just slaughtered men to pull her from the jaws of death.
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