The stone hallway was dim, the air thick with the damp scent of earth and rust. Samantha walked briskly, her steps echoing softly off the walls. Every few feet, a torch flickered, throwing shadows that stretched and twisted against the cold stones. Her heart was pounding, but she didn’t slow down. She’d done this before, but tonight felt different like she was being watched like a hawk watching a chick.

When she reached the heavy iron gate that led to Freya’s dungeon, two guards stepped ...