* Arriane *
The moment his voice echoed through the ruined halls, silence was the only answer. But it wasn't empty like I thought. It was watching us. I could feel it.
A chill crept up my spine, not from fear alone, but from something deeper, something ancient that recognized me just as much as it did him. My grip on Alpha Daemon's hand tightened unconsciously.
"She's not just here..." I whispered, my eyes scanning the shadows that clung too tightly to the broken walls. "She's everywhere."
The air shifted in front of us. A low, hollow sound drifted through the palace, like a breath drawn from the walls themselves. Then there was a sound.
A laugh. Soft and twisted kind of laugh. Echoing from every direction at once.
"Well... well..." the voice slithered through the darkness, feminine
