Blood And Desire
The torchlight receded, leaving Scarlett drenched, trembling, and alone in the dark once more, the cold and the bitter truth that she might already be fading from the Lycan’s mind seeping into her bones as the weight of her new reality settled heavier than the chains around her wrists.
The echo of Odessa’s boots faded down the corridor, swallowed by the damp stone until only the drip-drip-drip of water from the ceiling and the faint crackle of the distant torch remained. Scarlett stayed on the filthy straw pallet, knees drawn to her chest, the soaked shift clinging to her like a shroud. For a long moment she was still, breath shallow, then the silence became too much and the dam broke. Tear
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