Don't Touch Me!

••• Arabella’s POV ••• After some time, Shawn came back carrying a hacksaw, and I breathed in relief. “This should be enough to cut through those chains…” he muttered as he squatted in front of me to free my feet first. “Do these chains not have magic on them?” I asked him curiously. “No,” he said as he worked the hacksaw through the chains. “They are just very strong chains for powerful prisoners. I asked one of the guards about it.” “Oh.” For powerful prisoners? It seemed Lina was afraid of my power. It took a while for Shawn to be able to cut through all the chains, but he didn’t cut through the metal cuffs around my wrists and ankles for fear of hurting me. “Done,” he let me know that I was free now. “What’s with the floating drink?” he asked, and I shrugged in answer. He took the glass and placed it on the table while I tried to stand up but fell right back to my seat because I was still weak due to the sedatives, and the metal cuffs felt heavy. He looked at me for a while before