Kaya's POV.

My senses come alive, and a groan is released through my throat as I try to pick myself up from the ground. I can't make sense of where I am for a while, as it is all dark.

My hands rub a side of my head, wincing at the pain resulting from the action.

"What..." My voice is a whisper that trails off into the air as my orbs shift around to make sense of my surroundings.

Following the rays of the dim light from the candles, I hear a rattle in the distance—no, close to me. Before is Aiden, chained to the wall.

His hands are above...