**~Cyrius's POV~**
My eyelids felt impossibly heavy, as though a million bricks were pressing down on them. My head throbbed, every beat of my pulse echoing like a hammer against my skull. I couldn't remember… not properly. Just flashes.
Now, my eyes fluttered open, and a low groan escaped me. I was… somewhere. The air smelled faintly of lavender and wood polish, and the sight before me clawed at something deep in my memor..this was my room. My room back in France. The same one I stayed in with Hazel and her twins
But something was wrong.
I tried to sit up, but the moment I moved, the metallic bite of cold iron clamped around my wrists and ankles.
Chains. Real chains. I twisted, tugged, but each movement only made them rattle louder. My arms were spread to the bedposts, my ankles pinned, like a prisoner awaiting judgment.
"What the hell?" My voice cracked. "Where am I? What's happening?"
My mind raced. Who would drag me back to France? Who would chain me like this?
