Chapter 58

The shadows were wrong.

Too long.

Too loud.

Too alive.

Selah ran, bare feet scraping against the cold stone floor of a hallway that didn’t belong to any wing of the castle she recognized. The torches lining the walls flickered violently, casting distorted shapes along the cracked walls. Her breaths came out in sharp, panicked gasps, each one clouding in the air like it was winter—except it wasn’t.