The Fractured Wing (The Shackled Oath #2)

Chapter 12 – Azaria

AZARIA

Cold. Sit. Breathe. Don’t slip. Day six. Or five? Not sure anymore.

Don’t. Break.

Boots outside the door—too heavy, too slow. Keys turning. Truthteller again, or someone else? My thoughts scattered. I blinked, and the light stung my eyes.

I couldn’t remember what my voice sounded like. Did I sleep?

Don’t. Break.

I sat. I waited.

I endured.

Don’t. Break.