Whispers of a Second Chance
I held him tighter, my love for him a tangible force against the darkness that had enveloped us.
"I will get you out of here," I promised, my voice firm despite the tremor in my hands. I scanned the room, my eyes searching for the key to his chains, a frantic urgency driving me.
The sudden flash of light from the doorway startled me. I had been so focused on Marco, so consumed by the need to free him, that I hadn't noticed the approaching figure. Mika stood there, a cruel smirk playing on her lips, the key to Marco's chains dangling from her hand.