Chapter 72: Truths that bruise.
Ciara's POV
This was just my first night here but it was obvious that nights at IronMist was different from those at BlackThorn.
The air was thinner, cooler, and almost sharp enough to sting my lungs when I breathed in. The silence was heavy, punctuated only by the howl of distant wolves.
Since I couldn't sleep, I sat on the edge of the cot with a blanket drawn tightly around me, still unsure if this place was sanctuary or prison. Damon was still resting against the wall though the tension in his shoulders never seemed to ease.
He was also awake and his gaze darted to the door as though he expected someone to come for us. Neither of us said a word as I stared at his unreadable expression because for the first time, he looked tired. Not just physically,
