Lily pov

"Lily,"

I felt like breaking down, tears stinging my dry eyes and clouding my vision. An overly familiar voice called my name, and instinctively, I responded, "Jude."

My voice was low and cracked, but it echoed in the dimly lit corridor. Suddenly, there he was – Jude, my older brother, a comforting presence in the darkness.

Without thinking, I rushed into his arms. His familiar smell brought me comfort, and I felt safe knowing he had come to rescue me.

Jude's arms held me close, like a shield against the scary things that haunted me. In that moment, it was just us, and the worries of the dungeon...