Day Six

The hallway stretched long and shadowed, a narrow tunnel humming faintly with the distant roar of the arena beyond. Dust motes floated in the thin shafts of light filtering from overhead, dancing in the quiet, a fragile contrast to the pounding energy just steps away. Ryder’s fingers found Isobel’s, their grip locking in a silent promise, an anchor against the shifting world beneath their feet. She leaned into his chest, forehead pressing into the soft black cotton stretched across ...