Amelia’s POV

The moment the guards slammed me to the floor, I knew.

I knew I had walked straight into a trap.

The figures moved faster than I could anticipate, hands clamping over my wrists, over my mouth.

I struggled, yanked, kicked, trying to dislodge their grip, but there were too many of them.

My heart pounded, fury and terror coiling together like a living thing inside me.

They dragged me forward, the cold stone walls scraping against my elbows and shoulders.

Then, the smell ...