Betty's POV. 

The moment we stepped out of the arena, the cool night air wrapped around me like a welcome balm. 

The cheers, laughter and Claire's over-the-top commentary faded behind us and all that remained was the whisper of the wind and the faint crunch of gravel beneath our boots.

We walked.

Farther and Farther.

And very quickly… I realised something.

“This isn’t the road to the castle,” I muttered, glancing around. 

The path curved away from the usual route, leading toward ...