**Zelene**
The last thing I remembered was Cain's hand clamping over my mouth, his grip like iron as he dragged me into the darkness. Now, cold concrete pressed against my cheek, the musty scent of damp earth filling my nose. My wrists burned where rough rope bit into my skin.
*Mikey.*
The thought of my son sent a jolt of panic through me. I tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness forced me back down.
"Ah. You're awake."
The voice slithered through the shadows, smooth as poisoned honey. A woman stepped into view—tall, elegant, with emerald eyes that glowed faintly in the dim light. Delores.
"Where's my son?" My voice came out hoarse, my throat raw.
Delores smiled, the kind of smile a spider gives a fly. "Safe. For now."
A door creaked open behind her, and Cain stro
