Chapter 35 Maxon
Chapter thirty-five
Maxon
Ilift my head, ears straining at the faint echo of a scream that carries through the damp air of the cavern. I’m on my knees, arms strung above my head and wyvern bones wrapped around my wrists and neck, a pool of blood steadily growing beneath me.
My heart stutters, then picks up pace. That scent—roses, night jasmine, and sugar—Everly. It can’t be. My pulse races, and I thrash against the chains, making them bite deeper into my wrists, bones shifting and twisting, puncturing skin as they constrict around me like a snake strangling its prey.
“What’s gotten into you?” a bewildered voice snaps from the darkness, with a hint of cold impatience.
I freeze, turning my head as much as the bone chains allow, glaring into the darkened doorway. There, standing like a shadow within shadow, is the old woman I’ve seen in the company of the demon.