I woke to pain.
My head throbbed, my lips were cracked, and something warm trickled from the side of my mouth. I lifted my hand, smeared the wetness across my fingers—and saw blood. My back screamed from the bruises, my knees scraped raw against the cold stone floor. I blinked hard, but there was only darkness. A thick, suffocating kind of darkness that wrapped itself around me like a second skin.
I turned my head slowly, wincing, and saw two figures seated in opposite corners of the cell—silent, unmoving, but watching. One woman had glowing crimson eyes that flickered like dying embers. The other’s pale blue gaze glowed eerily under the faint moonlight slipping through the barred window. Both didn’t say a word, but I could feel it—the hatred, the judgment, the hunger.
I shifted slightl
