The hallway stretched on endlessly, its floor lined with a crimson carpet that muffled the sound of their footsteps.
Tall windows on one side let in pale, cold light, casting long shadows of the two women as they walked side by side—though in truth, it felt more like a march, with Darithi leading and Seleyena reluctantly following.
Seleyena's brows remained furrowed the whole time. Her black eyes had an amber hint in them as they kept darting around—from the walls to the corners, to the closed doors they passed by.
Her long, dark hair was still a bit messy, a few strands clinging to her face, damp from sweat or perhaps the leftover exhaustion of last night.
She had woken up barely an hour ago, on a soft, unfamiliar bed in a room in this strange place which, as per Darithi, was her personal home.
