When Raven stepped into the elevator that night, she knew she wouldn’t be the same woman when she stepped back out.
There had been no card, no whispered summons. Just Victor, appearing silently at her side in the lounge.
“He wants you,” he’d said.
Nothing else. No hint of what waited on the other side of the elevator doors, but Raven already knew.
Tonight wouldn’t be about words. Tonight would be about surrender.
The elevator descended past the main levels, deeper than she’d known Eden even extended. There was no button for the floor. No music. Just a keycard swipe and the eerie, muffled drop in her stomach.
When the doors opened, she stepped into a world she hadn’t imagined, because her imagination hadn’t been dark enough.
The walls were obsidian black, lit only by flickering sconc
