Gideon’s POV
Everything was a blur. Shapes moving in and out of focus. Voices that sounded like they were underwater.
I watched Avery walk away through the bars of my cage. Her back was turned to me, shoulders rigid. She didn’t look back. Not even once.
My body was on fire. Silver needles jutted from my arms, my legs, my chest. She’d pushed them through the bars herself, one by one, while the entire camp watched. I’d tried to scream, to tell her that I hadn’t slept with that woman, but the gag in my mouth had muffled everything.
She thought I’d betrayed her.
And now she was punishing me for it.
Blood dripped from the wounds, pooling beneath me. The silver kept them from healing. Each breath sent fresh waves of agony through my body.
I couldn’t hold on much longer.
My eyes fluttered
