Kiara:

The musty scent of the room hits my nostrils as I stand before it. Doubt gnaws at me, but I have no choice-this might be my only shot at getting healed since Zane won't give me the cure.

Taking a deep breath, I mumble a quick prayer to the moon goddess, then reach for the flashlight on the table. The weight of it feels strangely reassuring in my hand.

I step into the hallway, the flashlight beam cutting through the darkness. My fingers graze the rough concrete walls, pricking my delicate ...