*In the shadowed stillness of the abandoned manor’s depths, Devilly sat bound, his wrists secured tightly behind him, unable to move as the cold air sharpened his senses. Casey stood over him, her crimson hair tied back, her blue eyes focused and intent. She reached into her bag and produced a polished metal device—a gag spreader. Its design was simple but effective, meant to hold his mouth open, restricting any attempt to resist or close his jaw.*