Isla
The door swung shut with a sound that sent a shiver of foreboding down my spine. The office that had been our sanctuary, if only for a fleeting moment, was now behind us.
Cassie's hand trembled in mine as we stepped into the corridor, followed by the warrior. His presence was oppressive, and his silent judgement, a weight on my shoulders.
"Quite the escort," I mumbled under my breath, my gaze catching the sight of two more hulking forms joining our procession. They stood like sentinels, their eyes sharp and unyielding, and I couldn't help but wonder why they deemed it necessary to guard Cassie and me so closely. After all, what threat could a human pose to them?
Cassie's grip tightened, her slender fingers clinging to mine like a lifeline.
"Isla," she whispered, her voice barely
