"Bring Crestia over and let her sit, and you take a seat too," Alad commanded Cirris, his tone carrying an air of lazy authority. His smirk widened as he pointed at me, his eyes gleaming with malice. "And you, sit as well."
The atmosphere in the room was suffocating, the walls of the enclosed space seeming to press in closer with every passing second. I reluctantly followed his order, lowering myself into the chair with clenched fists resting on my thighs. Crestia was dragged forward by Cirris, her bound form trembling. My heart sank at the sight of her vulnerability as Cirris sat her down roughly beside me.
