The dim candlelight flickered, casting long shadows across the damp chamber. Faye's wrists ached against the glowing runes binding her, each pulse of light sending a sharp sting through her veins. She tugged at the chains, her breath ragged.
"Save your strength, child," a voice cooed from the darkness.
Faye froze as three figures emerged from the shadows, their hoods shrouding their faces. Their presence was overwhelming, their aura a mix of ancient power and malice.
"Who are you?" Faye demanded, her voice trembling.
The tallest of the three stepped forward, pulling back her hood to reveal sharp features and eyes like molten gold. "We are the Sisters of the Veil. And you, dear Faye, are a gift delivered to us by fate."
"I don't want to be anyone's gift," Faye growled, her strength returning in a surge of defiance.