Tali's POV
The sound of a bolt sliding open jerks me awake, but I don’t move from where I’m sat propped against a brick wall. There’s such a complete absence of light that even with shifter sight and senses, I can’t see the hand in front of my face, much less my legs stretched out in front of me.
What I do hear is the almost constant rustling, and chewing, and writhing of rats in the darkness, and when one brushes against me, I yank my leg away.
I barely manage to hold in my scream at the feel of its soft furry body and tail rubbing against my bare ankle. I cannot stand rats, and this is the reason why. Their tails just kill me.
Yet no matter how much I hate the rats, it’s the darkness I hate the most. Not having any idea what time it is, or how long I’ve been here, or how long I wil
