The hallway forked in two, one path humming with faint light, the other drowning in shadow.

Celine’s breath fogged faintly as she stared down both directions. The left corridor throbbed with a low, insect-like buzz, as if electricity still pulsed through veins behind the walls. The right corridor, darker, carried a slower sound—long, uneven breaths, as though someone unseen was waiting in the dark.

Her throat tightened. “Which way?”

Liam didn’t answer right away. He studied both ...