The Prey

The rough concrete under my knees bit into my skin, and the pungent, metallic smell of gasoline and something strange hung in the stale warehouse air. My pulse hammered as Lucius’s hand closed around my arm and his grip was tight as he pulled me down the hallway.

My body shook with the cold, and my cardigan hung open revealing my bare chest with only bra. The thought of Judas seeing me like this—the dread clawed through me, slicing through every last inch of courage I had.

Anya’s voice was fierce and biting as she cursed more viciously than the last as the guards dragged her along. My...