The cell was still, too still, as though the very air refused to breathe with them. Torchlight flickered against the damp stone, shadows crawling up the walls in long, jagged lines that seemed alive, restless, waiting. Selene sat on the narrow bench carved from the wall itself, her back pressed to the cold surface, her fingers curled around the edge of the seat so tightly that her knuckles ached.She had counted the heartbeats between footsteps in the corridor, counted the rhythm of silence when no one came. Time in the cell was shapeless, stretching and folding in on itself until she wasn’t sure whether an hour or a day had passed since they’d been locked in. The world outside might already be crumbling under the weight of the council’s decisions, and she would know nothing of it, only this waiting.Across from her, Rowan leaned against the opposite wall, his head bowed, his hair falling into his eyes. He looked calm, as if the confinement were only a pause in the rhythm of his life,
Magbasa pa
Mag-log in
