Lyra’s Pov

I woke up sore all over. My wrists had red rings from the cuffs, and my back felt scratched from the wall. The furs under me smelled like him and like us, and I hated how good that felt. Kael sat on the edge of the bed, cleaning a cut on his arm with a wet cloth. He looked up when I moved.

“You’re awake,” he said.

I pushed myself up on my elbows. My legs shook a little. “Yeah. Thanks for the chains.”

He set the cloth down and looked at my wrists. “They’re raw, hold still.” He reached for a small jar on the table and...