Chapter 29

The morning light slipped through the tall windows of Kaden's chambers, the warmth doing less to nothing to soothe the throbbing in his head. He sat on the edge of his large carved bed, clutching his temples as though he could squeeze the pain away. The room felt suffocating—too warm, too bright, and too loud, even though there was no sound except for his ragged breaths.

The door creaked open, and Kaden didn't bother looking up. Only one person had the gall to enter his chambers unannounced.

"Kaden," came Aros's voice.

"Don't start," Kaden snapped, wincing as the sound of his own voice worsened the ache he felt in his head.

Aros ignored his temper, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. "How are you feeling?"

"How do I look?" Kaden muttered, finally lifting his head to glare at Aros. His eyes were bloodshot, his entire face drawn down with exhaustion. "She spelled me, Aros. That witch spelled me. I want her in chains."