Cornered Prey

Kaia's POV.

The stone corridor feels endless. I stumble through the dimly lit passage, my bare feet dragging heavily against the freezing floor. My thin robe clings to my sweat-slicked skin, offering zero protection against the cold drafts or the predatory stares piercing the gloom. The remnants of the feral heat pulse through my veins, acting like a living organism trying to claw its way out of