Jessica/Tessa pov.
The guards pull me from the cell and through dark tunnels. The air gets cold, and my wrists ache from the silver ropes, leaving sharp red marks around them.
I look around, hoping for even the faintest glimpse of Evan. My chest tightens. I gave him a note yesterday, begging him to pass it to Zane. Did he manage it? Or did Paige find out? The thought of him being punished because of me makes my stomach twist. Goddess, if something happened to him, I’d never forgive myself.
But there’s no sign of him. I had also left a clue for Zade to find if Evan managed to give him the notes. Just the guards’ rough hands dragging me forward, the cold bite of silver burning into my wrists, and the endless dark pressing in around us.
“Where are we going?” I ask, but the guards don’t r
