The metallic taste of panic lodged in the back of my throat as I pressed my palms flat against the freezing iron walls surrounding me. The space was so narrow my elbows scraped the sides every time I tried to shift.
I finally gained some of my mobility back. I pounded my fists against the heavy door, my voice raw and ragged as I screamed into the insulated metal, but no one answered.
The air thinned progressively—or at least, that was what it felt like to me—my chest heaving with every terrified gasp against the tight, claustrophobic weight of the dark. My mind was a jumbled mess of dread and fury.
Fury at Darius.
Fury at myself.
And dread that they would leave me forgotten in here, out of sight, trapped.
A loud, heavy banging sound suddenly vibrated through the metal, the harsh reso
