The sound of boots scraping against concrete made Amara sit up instantly. Her senses were on alert, her body already moving protectively in front of Sera, who stirred from sleep with a confused groan.
“It’s okay,” Amara whispered, brushing the girl’s hair back quickly. “Just stay behind me, alright?”
Sera nodded silently, rubbing her eyes.
The lock on the door clicked.
It had been quiet for most of the day. No arguments. No meals. Just silence that grew heavier by the hour. Amara had expected something—anything—but not this. Not sudden movement at night.
Two men entered, both wearing masks now. That was new. They moved fast, no longer quiet or indifferent. This time, they were tense.
“Stand,” one of them barked.
Amara’s brows furrowed. “Where are you taking us?”
The man ignored her
