Stephanie's POV:
Opening my eyes, I was greeted by complete darkness. The air was cold and damp, carrying the metallic tang of iron and something I couldn’t quite place. My heart raced as I tried to make sense of my surroundings, but the void around me offered no clues. Panic clawed at the edges of my mind as the memories came rushing back, unrelenting and vivid.
The witches’ village—the chaos, the screams, the rebels. And then, the moment they took me.
The realization hit me like a thunderclap. It didn’t matter where I was; what mattered was that I was in danger. My hands trembled as I instinctively tried to rise, but an unseen force yanked me back. A sharp, metallic clank echoed in the silence. I froze, my breath hitching as I reached down and felt the cold, unyielding grip of a c
