Jennifer’s Pov

The Black Prison was quieter than I expected at first.

Once the outer doors locked and Kane’s footsteps faded, the stone room settled into a heavy stillness. The lamp on the wall gave off a low light. The chains hung untouched on the far side. Christian had not moved toward them. He sat on the floor with his back against the wall, knees bent, and I sat beside him close enough that our shoulders touched.

For a while neither of us spoke.

I could already feel the restlessness under his skin through the bond, but it was not yet the full force of the curse. It was the...