Everything was swallowed by darkness. The cellar door rattled. Heavy footsteps echoed slowly through the shadows, forcing Evelynn to run blindly through endless stone hallways that never seemed to give her freedom. Every turn led to another dead end.
“Midas,” she cried weakly, pressing herself against the cold wall. Her lungs burned, but she couldn’t stop. She couldn’t stop running from the man who took everything. Shadows shifted around her, then a low laugh echoed through the darkness.
“You should have stayed with me, Evie.”
Rough hands grabbed her, slamming her against the cellar wall with a hard thud. Jagged bricks scraped across her skin, and a knife was pressed hard against her throat. The sharp smell of silver and blood flooded her senses.
She was trapped. Figures with red t
