Aurora's POV
I felt my hands along the wall, I stood and began to shuffle blindly forward, one trembling foot in front of the other. My hand grazed metal hooks, old chains… and something wet.
I yanked my hand back my breath caught in my throat as whatever it was still
No. Don’t think about it. Don’t feel. Just move.
My heart pounded as I reached what I thought was a corner. If there was a door, a crack, anything, maybe I could find it.
But the moment my foot caught on something — a loose chain? A discarded tool? — I stumbled forward with no time to catch myself.
I hit the ground hard.
My forehead slammed onto cold stone with a sickening crack, white-hot pain bursting behind my eyes. A sharp cry tore from my throat before everything spun and started to fade to black
Warmth spilled
