I suppose the three day delay is to give the three of us time to heal before we're part of Silas' sick gladiatorial spectacle. If so, he's sorely underestimated the impact of the pure iron collar and bands he bound me with in his bid to force not merely Sean and Dorian to do what he wanted, but also the rest of the Candlewood triumvirate.
His shіtty goons have to drag me back to the room where he was keeping me. There, they dump me unceremoniously on the bed and leave without another thought for my welfare. Despite Darby's healing efforts, I'm not able to do much of anything besides bleed into the coverlet and wander in and out of unconsciousness for most of the next twenty-four hours.
