Serena’s POV

The cold, iron grip of Marcus's hand tightened around my arm as he dragged me through the dimly lit corridor. Beside me, Baird was shoved forward by another warrior, his jaw set in a grim line.

The torches lining the walls flickered, casting eerie shadows that danced like specters, adding to the sense of impending doom.

"You both think you can pull a stunt like that and get off scot-free?" Marcus snarled, his voice ...