Medusa's heart raced as she stepped into the dimly lit home, her footsteps echoing in the silence that enveloped the air. The air felt heavy, charged with a strange energy that sent shivers down her spine. It took her long enough to come back home after fighting with Malcolm who decided to go back to his realm.
She had left Kayden's lifeless body sprawled on the floor, the image etched into her mind like a haunting painting. Yet now, as she ventured further into the house, dread clawed at her insides while trying to ponder where he might have gone. As his blood bonded slave she was concerned about his safety.
The sight that greeted her eyes shattered the fragile hope she had held onto. The spot where Kayden's body should have been was vacant, an emptiness that seemed to mock her memory. Panic surged through her veins like a wildfire, consuming reason and leaving only raw fear in its wake.
