POV: Emilia
The thin flutter of lights hardly pushes back the gloom surrounding me, leaving long, wavering shadows on the wet stone walls. Every breath I do is ragged, every muscle in my body coiled tightly with anxiety and expectation. They hauled me into this dungeon-like cage from the chamber where I last saw Enzo—his face marked with defiance despite the shackles bounding him. Here the quietness seems like suffocation.
Trying to slow my pulse, I sit on the chilly floor. Every second apart from him is like a knife turning farther. I had to leave. I have to track him down. I won to allow them weapons against him using me.
I tighten as footsteps resound down the hall. The door creaks open to see Vincent as a key twists in the lock. He enters, his face inscrutable.
"What do you want right now? I snap, my voice shaking with fury.