Aria’s POV:

He kicked the door open, flooding the pitch-black room with blinding light.

“Mmph!” I thrashed against my bindings. A dirty rag gagged my mouth.

“What the hell!” Draven rushed forward. He yanked the gag down before moving behind me, his sharp claws slicing the thick ropes tying my wrists. “Who did this?” he barked.

I was breathing too hard to answer, my heart hammering in my chest.

“Talk to me,” he demanded.

“I don't know!” I choked out. “I was in the hall, the candles blew out, and I woke up here.”

Draven pulled the last rope away. I stumbled up from the wooden chair that had been...