“Who’s out there?!”
Arwen shouted hoarsely when the soft clicking sound from the door echoed again.
The chains on her wrists rattled violently as she straightened her body.
The iron door creaked open slowly, releasing a heavy groan that reverberated through the stone chamber.
A man entered.
Tall. Broad-shouldered. His face was scarred by a long gash from his temple to his jaw—like a battle mark that never healed properly.
His eyes were dark, sharp, studying her as if deciding whether she was an enemy… or prey.
Arwen held her breath.
The man stopped a few steps from her, saying nothing. Just staring. Scanning. Assessing. Measuring.
Behind him, two massive Sentinels stood in dark armor, their faces shadowed by the dim corridor.
Arwen swallowed. “Who are you? What—”
“Take her,” the
