Miriam’s POV
The room was cold. Not the kind of cold that made you shiver, but the kind that crawled beneath your skin and nested there. Damp stone walls whispered with age. There were no windows, no clocks, and no answers. Just darkness… and Scarlett. And me.
She hadn’t spoken much since we were thrown in here. Just her breath in the corner, steady and controlled. I knew she was awake, even when she was still. I knew she was thinking, calculating, unraveling a hundred knots in her head. Because that’s who she was. Always trying to make sense of the senseless. Always too strong for her own good.
I moved closer to her, brushing the edge of my shoulder against hers. Silent reassurance.
She didn’t flinch. She didn’t even turn her head.
“You okay?” I asked gently, my voice low and cautio
