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I blinked.
Feeling suddenly returned to my limbs, pins and needles shooting through me—I had to bite my tongue to suppress a groan of pain.
My angel’s wings flapped incessantly as he searched for a way to escape me. I was still disoriented enough that it should have been a piece of cake for him to take over, but he was apparently experiencing some difficulties, which just made his anger worse.
When I could finally focus on the things around me, I froze. My muscles locked up for a different reason this time.
I was in a cell, which explained my angel’s distress. Aria wasn’t with me, which also explained his desperation to get out. He wanted—no,neededto find his mate.
While I was staring at the white wall in front of me, I saw colors inside it pulse off-and-on, and my energy drained with every beat.
These walls were somehow weakening me. That explained my angel’s inability to take control.
The room pulsed again, and I shuddered.
My arms were bound. My legs, too. I was suspended from one of the walls by some intricate chains that glowed, the sharp edges of their manacles cutting into my skin as they suppressed my power. On account of my lack of strength, I was slumped forward, the weight of my own body tugging on my shoulders.
Pain lanced through me once I tried to move. I’d clearly been hanging here long enough that any sudden movements would send spikes coursing through me.
The floor of the room was bare, no furniture to be seen. I assumed the room was sound-proofed, as well, until I remembered the murmuring I’d picked up right before I’d fully regained consciousness.
I glanced up at the far wall again, then frowned when I realized there was no visible exit. Not that I’d be able to use one if there was, but it still solidified that I was in solitary confinement.
I’d always understood that I would eventually end up in an Isolation Center, either for warning enemies of the Council, because my father had finally reached his limit with me, or something else. I was never sure of which reason it would be, but I knew I’d get here.
I never thought it would be solitary confinement, though.
As I hung there, I felt rage course through me unchecked, all of it circling back to that stupid fucking man and his delusions.
I hated him. I hated him so much. I hated him for what he’d done to our family, to my brothers and our mother, and now what he’d done to me and my mate.
I struggled to feel Aria down the bond. It was there in my mind’s eye, alive and pulsing right next to my angel, who had planted his butt next to it. His wings were twitching every few seconds in frustration.
He didn’t like this anymore than I did. Feeling helpless was something we’d experienced too much growing up.
Murmurs trickled through the room again.
“...he’s awake… food… kill.”
The voices were distorted. I could only catch bits and pieces of their conversation.
“...guards’ll be here… have to feed him…”
“...important… soulmate…”
That made both me and my angel perk up. As much as we could in these circumstances, anyways. He, too, was starting to feel the effects of the pulsing walls now; his wings had dropped to shelter our bond, which remained as bright as ever in spite of our waning energy.
That was some good news. It gave us a little hope. Mate bonds remained a mystery to us, but we knew enough to know that if she had died or was on the brink of death, the bond wouldn’t be so lively.
“He has a soulmate?” someone clearly said.
I opened my mouth to call out to whoever was speaking, only to find it far too dry and parched. My tongue was practically stuck to the roof of my mouth. It took several swallows before I could form words, though the first set came out a slurred mess, which was quickly followed by the wooziness—an after effect of being dosed up with drugs—hitting me fully.
I’d forgotten that they’d pumped me full of drugs earlier, likely two different ones strong enough to disable me. Their effects were all the worse when mixing together in my system.
I tried to call out in greeting again, my tongue lolling out the side of my mouth at the end of my attempt. My voice was hoarse and scratchy from disuse. My vision blurred when I lifted my head to look, a piercing pain shooting through my skull, so I let it drop again.
“What do you think they’ll do to him?” said someone else.
