Elira’s POV

“Wakey wakey.”

The words left my mouth as I pulled bag off his head. I tilted my head, watching Corbito stir where he was chained to the metal chair. His eyes blinked open slowly, unfocused at first, then wide with confusion and fear. The moment he realized he couldn’t move, panic hit him and it was honestly quite fun to watch.

He tugged at the chains, the thick ones clanging against the steel bolts I’d secured myself. His breath came fast, ragged. “Wh—who are you?”

I smiled, stepping closer so the dim light caught half my face. “Who do you think I am?”

He swallowed hard, scanning the...