He coughs and the sound is so saturated with pain that my stomach drops.
I wrap my hands around the bars of the cell, but I shriek and step back from it. I look at my hands and there are thick, red, blistered patches across my palms. "What is this?"
His voice is a croak. "There's silver on the bars, too. Don't touch anything."
I look at his face and I bite back a sob. "What's Garrett doing to you?" What I meant to ask is what kind of monster Garrett is, but I already know the answer to that question. Cayden is doing his best to stand upright, but I know he's just trying to put on a show for me. He's crumbling and wasting away in here, and his wounds aren't healing, so they're starting to smell. He doesn't even have the energy to answer me.
