Lana
I was so close.
The name was on the tip of his tongue. I could feel it. Just seconds away before everything suddenly stopped.
I stared at the door in front of me, listening to Kaelith curse under his breath inside. The prisoner—was he still alive? Or had someone silenced him before he could talk?
Without thinking, I stepped forward. I had to know. I had to find out.
But just as my fingers were about to touch the door—
Someone yanked my arm.
I gasped as I was pulled backward, my body stumbling before I could even scream. The grip was too strong, dragging me a few steps away without effort.
I turned around, ready to throw a punch—but then I froze.
Velya.
Her golden eyes glowed in the dark, filled with something close to hatred. Her lips curled into a thin smirk, like a cat that had just caught a helpless little mouse.
"What are you doing?" My voice trembled more than I wanted it to.
