Betrayal’s sting
Daphne’s POV
I found myself in a forest, dark and eerie, the air heavy with a dampness that clung to me like a second skin. Twisted trees loomed, their gnarled branches clawing towards the sky where a blood-red moon laid, casting a crimson glow that turned the leaves to blades. I spun, my heart hammering, lost and disoriented.
How had I gotten here? Where was the city’s pulse, the glitter of Funz Palace, or the warmth of Troy’s touch?
“Troy!” I tried to scream, but my voice choked in my throat, the words dying in there, no matter how I tried.
Fear gripped me and I stumbled forward, my legs tried to move, to get away from the creepy place, but the ground beneath my feet held it to itself like it was quicksand, thick and greedy, sucking at my feet.
I trudged harder,
