I keep my eyes shut as Xaden starts to walk into the opened door with me still in his arms. I’m holding on to his shirt tightly, the pressure I apply pulling his shirt low down his chest as I brace for impact, like at any moment, I will be dropped into whatever horror this place hides.
But he does not drop me.
Instead, a strange current ripples through my body the moment I feel us crossing the threshold.
He begins to lower me, and I force my eyes open, needing to steady myself and know my fate.
The sight I’m met with steals the breath from my lungs.
The walls are pulsing faintly, veins of dim, shifting light running beneath their surface as though the building itself is alive and breathing.
Energy hums in the air, pressing against my skin like a warning.
Chains hang from iron rods r
