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A feeling of hope.
A belief in destiny.
I had no plan, no weapon, nothing but the element of surprise and the newfound conviction that we were, in some inexplicable way, connected.
I prepared to confront Sneik, determined to claim what felt irrefutably mine.
* * *
The door to Sneik’s cell stood tall and imposing, bathed in the dim, pulsating light of the hallway.
Its obsidian surface radiated an eerie glow.
Hesitation nipped at the edges of my confidence.
Was the battle inside already lost?
The thought of what could be happening behind that door was a gnawing pain in my gut.
My heart thudded in my chest, and I could hear its pounding in my ears, drowning out the ambient noises of the prison.
For a moment, I hesitated, contemplating the best course of action.
Every second counted, and indecision might cost dearly.
A mix of desperation and protectiveness took over.
I couldn’t — wouldn’t — let Sneik defile her.
I rapped hard on the door, the sound reverberating in the silence.
I leaned in, pressing my ear to the cold surface, trying to decipher the muffled noises from within.
A hint of fear, and underlying it all, that intoxicating aroma that was uniquely hers — wafted through the minuscule gaps around the door.
It was a sensory overload, a mix of danger and desire.
A few agonizingly long seconds ticked by.
I heard her soft whimper, a vulnerable sound that twisted my insides.
Without giving it another thought, I pounded on the door even harder, a rhythmic thudding that mirrored the frantic pace of my heartbeat.
Suddenly, the door swung open, revealing Sneik, his hulking frame blocking my view of the room.
But just beyond him, on the cold floor, was the female human.
Her silver gown was now slightly torn, and her exposed skin was marked with the beginnings of bruises.
But her eyes, those luminous eyes, held a fire, a spirit that told me she wasn’t broken.
Yet.
“Sorry for the intrusion,” I began, trying to keep my voice steady while my gaze stayed locked with the female’s.
The intensity in her eyes was undeniable; a silent plea and understanding passed between us.
Sneik sneered. “What do you want, Ashale?”
