Page 27 of The Curse of Gods (The Curse of Saints #3)

Aya had stopped keeping track of the times they pulled her from her cell. She did not struggle whenever the guard arrived and barked a gruff, “Come on,” tugging at the chain that connected the irons around her wrist.

But she knew, even without a way to track the time, that they had left her in the dark cell for far longer than ever before.

Aya hadn’t seen the sun for…

Well.

It didn’t matter.

There was just the cold of her cell on her bare feet, and the pressure of the shackles on her wrists, and the weight of her power trapped in her well.

The Anima stopped by to check her vitals. To make sure she was alive. To force water and food down her throat.

But Aya had stopped counting those visits, too.

Perhaps they’d gotten what they needed from her and were merely waiting for a more convenient time to kill her.

Or perhaps they were trying to break her further.

Evie would like that. She would want her broken and desperate. An empty shell ready to be filled with the saint’s desires.

Aya closed her eyes.

It was no different behind her eyelids.

It was all dark.

Just dark.