Chapter 91

Three days, or possibly four--I wasn't entirely sure, but the monotony of being locked in this room was slowly eating away at me. The silver cuff on my wrist kept me from mind-linking Asher, and kept Maya at bay. My skin under the cuff was sore, red and irritated as though I had a rash.  

My days and nights began to switch, screwing with my already questionable sleeping p

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