He was fighting so hard to free himself that his body was aching in places that shouldn’t even exist, but Aidan Casthiel was well aware that his struggle wouldn’t last more than a day or two. The silver was wreaking havoc on his system and would not even allow him to fight.

He watched his mother approach for the tenth time, holding some sort of concoction that she forced down the tube she had managed to shove down his throat. By now, even his head was strapped to the plank and he could finally