Emily's POV
My wrists were raw from the ropes binding me to the chair, and my legs felt numb from sitting in the same position for what felt like hours. The dimly lit room smelled of damp earth and blood, and the air was thick with tension. Across from me, Morgana was tied to another chair, her face bruised and bloodied, her breathing shallow. The sight of her made my stomach churn.
Celeste stood in front of me, her arms crossed, her icy gaze fixed on me like a predator sizing up its prey. She was dressed in all black, her blonde hair pulled back into a tight bun, her lips painted a deep crimson. She looked every bit the villain she was, her presence commanding and terrifying.
"Enjoying yourself, sweetheart?" she said, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. "I hope you're hungry becaus
