Chapter 89

Seris’s POV

“Ronan.” My voice cracked as I watched his head slump forward. His hands went limp in the cuffs, and the steady rise and fall of his chest stuttered—then stopped.

“Ronan.” I whispered again, leaning forward until my nose nearly touched the cold stone floor. No answer. No struggle. Only the fading echo of Valeria’s warriors padding across the chamber and out the heavy wooden door.

“Ronan!” I screamed, thrashing in my own chains. The iron cuffs bit into my wrists as I fought to pull myself toward him, even though I knew I had no hope of reaching his side.

“Ronan, please don’t do this to me!” Tears blurred my vision, burning hot as they carved rivulets down my cheeks. “I swear I’ll kill you if you—if you die on me!”

Sense fled me. All that mattered was keeping him breathing, alive for me. I would have given anything—even my own life—to trade places.

“Noctyr!” I yelled at Ronan’s wolf, collapsed on the flagstone floor like a fallen