ARIEL'S POV
Nyra: 'Wake up, Ari. Wake up.'
I stirred, every inch of my body aching.
'Where are we?' I asked, trying to push through the fog and the sharp pain around my stomach.
'I don’t know, but there’s a sexy, hot raven-haired man sitting on an iron throne,' Nyra replied.
Sexy. Hot. Throne.
'Should you...