MIA’S POV
The room was too quiet.
Not the same kind of quiet as before—the suffocating one filled with fear and waiting—but something sharper. Controlled. Intentional.
Like I was being watched.
I sat at the edge of the bed, my fingers resting lightly on the sheets, trying to focus on something real. Something steady. My body still felt off, like it hadn’t fully settled since they moved me here.
Everything about this place was wrong.
Too clean. Too calm. Too… prepared.
The door clicked.
I didn’t turn immediately.
I already knew it wasn’t him.
The air didn’t change the same way when he entered.
“Get up.”
The voice was rougher. Lower.
A guard.
I looked over slowly. “Why?”
He didn’t answer. Just stepped further into the room.
“Move.”
My jaw tightened, but I stood anyway. Not b
