Raven lifted her head, forcing herself to meet Nema’s cold, piercing gaze. The dim torchlight cast eerie shadows across the stone walls, flickering against the wicked smirk stretching across Nema’s lips. She stood a few feet away, bow in hand, an arrow already notched and aimed directly at Raven’s heart.
“No one is coming to save you,” Nema sneered, her voice dripping with venom.
Raven exhaled slowly, controlling the surge of anger bubbling inside her. Her wrists ached from the silver chains biting into her skin, but she refused to show weakness. Instead, she tilted her chin up, forcing a smirk onto her lips.
“Liar,” she said, her voice unwavering. “You obviously believe the prophecy. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be keeping your distance.”
Something flickered in Nema’s eyes, too fast to cat
