Chapter 4 Chapter 4

CHAPTER FOUR

THE LUNA'S CAGE

ZARIAH NIGHTBORNE POV

The cold bit into my skin first—sharp, unrelenting, like teeth sinking into flesh. My eyes fluttered open, heavy and resistant, as though something had sewn them shut while I slept.

Slept? No. I was drugged.

The memories crashed bac...

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