Chapter 61 The House of Glass

(Zuri POV)

Cold wakes me.

It’s the kind that seeps into the bones, the kind that tells you you’re not in control anymore. My wrists ache against metal restraints, the bite of steel sharper every time I move. The air smells sterile—bleach, iron, the faint hum of ozone.

My eyes adjust to the light—...

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