~SCARLETT.

My pulse quickened as I pressed against the wall, barely breathing. Shadows flickered beyond the archway. Slow footsteps echoed, each one louder than the last, tightening the knot of dread in my chest.

Clenching my fists, I willed myself to stay silent.

The silhouette of the short man appeared at the entrance, his gaze scanning the corridor like a predator stalking his prey. My heart pounded so violently I was sure he could hear it.

Pausing, his head tilted as if sensing ...