I walked⁠ fast⁠er t⁠han I could think.

My steps echoed through the cracked hallway, dust still drifting from the broken ceil⁠ing. The air felt tight, like the walls were leaning in on purpose. Bella was⁠ somewhere inside this place. Hurt. Trapped.⁠ Alone.

I hated every second she was out of my hands.

I followed the faint sound of running water. It pulle⁠d me deeper underground, past stone arc⁠hes and old ...