Already Dead

SIENNA'S POV

The stairs creaked under my feet as I followed Draven down into the hidden space beneath the library. The air was thick, musty, the scent of aged books mixing with something darker—something metallic. When I stepped into the room, my breath caught.

Freya was standing in the middle of the space, hands clamped over her mouth, her wide eyes fixed on the figure sprawled on the cold stone