APRIL
I woke with a jolt, air catching in my throat as the world swam into view—dull stone walls, a rusted iron door, and shadows clinging to every corner. My head throbbed, and for a moment, I couldn't tell if the ache was from the sedative or the fear.
The memories came flooding back like water over broken glass.
The forest. The rogue. The cloth.
Edward.
My breath caught again—this time sharper. My fingers dug into the rough ground as I forced myself to sit upright. The space was small, cramped. A flickering torch glowed somewhere beyond the bars, casting enough light for me to see where I was.
A cell.
A damn underground cell.
I wasn't alone.
A pair of eyes gleamed at me from the far side—green, forest-deep. A girl, maybe my age or just a little younger, sat huddled in the corn
