Chapter 8

Seventy-two hours. That's what my life was worth now. Three nights and a silver box. Rhys brought me water and wouldn't look at me. "There has to be another way," he said. "Is there?" I lay back on the cot. "I've been dead since the tower, Rhys. This just makes it official." He left. The silver lock engaged. Hours passed. The single bulb buzzed. Then footsteps. Slow. Heavy. The ones I'd have known in my sleep. The lock clicked. Kaden stood in the doorway alone. "Get out." He came in anyway. He...