22
Amber
When I woke up, my heart pounded hard against my rib cage and panic bloomed under my skin. I found myself tied to a pillar in the middle of a large, strange room. The ground, walls, and tall ceiling were smooth in some parts, but most of it seemed like rough stone, as if it had been carved inside a mountain.
Coarse pillars like the one I was tied to lined the room, and right in the middle was some sort of dais with a throne-like chair made of dried and twisted tree branches.
“She’s awake!” someone yelled beside me, startling me.
Delia stepped into my line of sight. Her fae form was gone, replaced by a repulsive monster—slick, greenish-gray skin, a long face, even longer limbs, claws for fingers, no hair, yellow eyes that blinked too fast, and razor-sharp teeth. She reminded m
