Chapter 50 - Nyx

I wake up slowly. The bed beneath me feels different. It’s softer, the sheets silkier. There’s a weird scent in the air, as well. It’s salty. Like being around the sea, which it should be in Ios, but it smells…like frost? You know how cold can have a smell?

But I’m not cold. On the contrary, the breeze that must be coming from a window is refreshing because of the heat that can only be coming from a fire on my side and the heat and weight of thick blankets over me.

I pull on my arms, which are raised above my head as I lay on my back, but they won’t move. That’s what finally pulls me out of my half awake, half asleep state.

My eyes fly open and, in the brief glance that I spare around the room, I realize that I have no idea where I am.

But that’s not what I’m worried about at the moment. Right now, I’m worried about why my arms won’t move.

I pull at my arms harder and hear a jingling as I look up to see what’s going on. I’m fucking shackled to the headboard. There