Elara pov
The door slammed behind me and I heard the locks slide into place, one after another.
Each click like a nail in a coffin.
Silver runes blazed across the doorframe, burning so bright I had to look away.
The magic sealing me in felt alive somehow, hungry.
I pushed myself up from the marble floor, my chained wrists screaming in protest.
The mirrors surrounding me began to glow, dozens of them lining every wall, and in each one Seraphina's face stared back at me instead of my own.
"Home sweet home," all the reflections said together, her voice echoing from every surface.
"Doesn't it feel right, being back where you belong?"
"This isn't my home," I spat, backing away until my shoulders hit the wall between two mirrors.
"This is your prison."
"Our prison," she corrected,
