Tabitha’s POV

The room is swallowed in darkness when I step inside, the air stale as if it has not been disturbed in a long time. I close the door behind me and take out my phone, my fingers trembling as I switch on the flashlight and lift it slowly. The beam sweeps across the floor and climbs the far wall, and my breath locks in my throat when shapes begin to form in the light. Four figures are chained upright against the stone, their wrists and ankles bound in thick silver that glints under the pale glow.

“What the—”

The brothers are bound to the wall in silver chains....