Chapter 87

Nickolas

My eyes slowly peel open, but the darkness surrounds me. With a guttural grunt, I push myself to my feet, hands outstretched, grasping at the void, searching for something to anchor me. My fingers graze a cold, rough surface—a wall. I cling to it, using it as a guide, shuffling forward, sniffing the stale air, trying to figure out where the hell I was.

I last remember Ava casting a spell that put me to sleep. Where the fuck have they taken me? My thoughts immediately turn to Amelia, my heart aching at the image of her waiting for me, her heart slowly shattering with each passing moment I don’t show. She must think I’ve changed my mind about meeting her parents. The thought twists like a dagger in my gut. I need to find out where I was and get the hell out.

“Planning on leaving so soon?” a voice slices through the darkness, and the lights blaze to life, searing my eyes. I squeeze them shut, hissing against the onslaught of brightness. “I thought you