Chapter Thirteen: Nowhere to Run
Nora's POV
I yanked at the chains, my wrists burning as the silver dug into my skin.
Nothing.
They didn't even budge.
A frustrated breath escaped me as I slumped back against the cold stone wall. Every inch of my body ached. My limbs felt heavy, weak—the wolfsbane still poisoning my system.
I had tried everything.
Pulling. Twisting. Even using my teeth to loosen the bolts.
It was useless.
This place was a prison.
And I was trapped.
A sharp pang twisted my stomach, a painful reminder of how long it had been since I'd last eaten.
That man—the silent one—had come earlier with food.
At first I thought he was different but it seems he was the same just like that beast.
He always did.
Every day, without fail, he'd walk in, set the plate down, and leave without a word.
I had tried asking him who he was, why he was helping Dorian.
No response.
