Chapter 21

When Erela regained consciousness, she found herself hanging in a cell with no light, only the feel of cold metal manacles around her wrists.

A familiar feeling. A terrifying one, as well.

She yanked, her breath coming fast and panicked as the nightmare of her rape and abuse returned to haunt her.

No. Not again.

Like last time, her strength failed her. Her screams went unanswered. Her new magic didn't come despite her demands. It, too, had vanished. It was just her and the memories of what could happen. The many ways she could be hurt.

Her head drooped. I don't know if I can do it again.

She had no hope of rescue. No one knew where she'd gone.

Her tie to Desmond didn't respond. Not even a faint trace of it remained. Just like Logan's comforting presence was missing from its usual spot.

The horror of it brought hysterical laughter. Erela was still laughing when the door opened.