NYX – POV
I heard the door creak again. The old metal groaned as it opened. That awful rusty sound. and I could feel the shift in air—the cold breeze brushing over my skin as someone stepped inside. My ears twitched, picking up every footstep that padded closer.
I sat up straight, my breath hitching. My heart thudded painfully in my chest. I turned my face toward the sound, trying to listen past the blood pounding in my ears.
"Why aren't you saying anything?" I asked, head turning slightly as I tried to place his location. My fingers gripped the edge of the mat beneath me. wishing I could see just a glimpse. But I saw nothing. Only black. "Who is it?"
"Come down," came the voice.
Deep. Smooth. I knew it instantly.
Kael.
“Kael?” The name hit my lips like a slap. My whole
