Lorelei

The door closed behind me with a soft click that felt like a gunshot.

I pressed my back against the wall, my legs threatening to give out, my heart still hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. The glass bottle of apple drink was cold in my hands, slick with condensation, and I gripped it like it was the only thing keeping me tethered to the ground.

What had just happened?

My mind was a whirlwind of fragmented images. His eyes blazing red. His hand on my throat. The way he'd ...