Katherine’s POV
It was dark when they moved me.
Again.
This new room was smaller, tighter. No cot, no window — just a single bulb flickering overhead and a steel chair in the center of the floor.
I didn’t sit.
Instead, I stood against the far wall, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the heavy door. Waiting. Damien had said I’d get time. I didn’t believe him. Men like him didn’t give time — they took it away piece by piece.
The door creaked.
But it wasn’t Damien this time.
It was someone else.
Younger. Taller. Rougher around the edges. His face was partially covered with a hood, but I saw the glint of curiosity — and something darker — in his eyes.
He stepped in and shut the door quietly behind him, locking it with a casual flick of his wrist.
I straightened.
“Who are you?”
He didn’t
