(Rhea’s POV)
I didn’t even know what I was looking at.
The gallery door… it was trembling, like some giant creature was trying to claw its way out from behind it. That thud… thud… thud sound wasn’t just knocking anymore—it was a heartbeat. A heartbeat that wasn’t human.
My hands shook. The bag in my arms grew hotter, like burning coals pressed against my skin. The heat crawled into my bones, making me want to throw the damn thing as far away as possible. But somehow, my fingers couldn’t let go of the straps. My muscles froze, and my brain seemed to be controlling me against my own will.
“What the hell…” my voice cracked on its own, barely audible. My heartbeat was hammering so fast it made my head spin.
The first crack split across the wood of the door. From that thin gap, silver ligh
