Chapter 54
MYRA
"Get up," someone commanded.
Myra pried her eyes open. Fatigue and anxiety coated her eyelashes.
A guard stood above her. A sneer curled on his lips, but when she found no wings protruding from his back, she almost sighed in relief.
But not all monsters bore wings.
"Now," the guard demanded, yanking her up by the crook of her elbow.
He snapped a set of cuffs onto her wrists and ankles.
The metal was cold and pinched her skin.
He quickly shoved a gag into her mouth before Myra could voice a protest. Still, she tried, and spit dribbled down her chin.
The nameless guard only pushed her forward.
Myra stumbled out of the cell as another guard led Rian out of his.
The king wore the same manacles and gag as she did.
Their gazes connected, and rage and fear blazed within his green eyes.
Rian tried to say something, a warning perhaps, but Myra couldn’t understand the garble that slipped around the gag. As the guard pushed him, Rian tried one last time to relay his message. He looked over his shoulder and glanced at the cell beside hers with wide, fearful eyes.
When Myra followed his gaze, her heart dropped.
"Where’s wo-wence?" The gag warped her words, yet the guard deciphered her question all the same.
He snickered behind her, shoving her forward. "The old captain is getting what he deserves."
Fear snaked its way up Myra’s neck. A large lump formed in the middle of her throat, one she failed to swallow. Hot tears slipped down her cheeks.
Her steps echoed in the space that threatened to swallow her. If only it had.