Chapter 59

NOAH'S POV

Before I even opened my eyes, I smelled the metallic tang of blood; the smell was strong and filled my senses with a dreadful urgency. My body felt like lead, my head pounded with every heartbeat, and I was throbbing with sickness, yet the smell woke me up. Something was not right. The sickness had dimmed my senses, but there was something unique about the scent. The smell, that indisputable scent, lifted me out of the fog of misery even though the illness was weighing me down. It was the blood of Ciara.

A few guards stormed into my cell, their hefty boots thumping the cold ground. Then they hauled her limp body into my dark prison. Ciara was severely beaten and wounded that she was hardly recognizable, yet she was still alive. Despite my weakness, I forced myself to get off the cot regardless of every muscle in me aching but my actions were being dr