Yara reached for the dagger, but her hand brushed it too roughly, and it clattered to the floor.
The noise echoed loudly in the quiet room, and she froze, heart pounding.
'Why did that have to happen?!' She pressed herself further under the table as she watched the man's head snap towards the sound.
"This place is too creepy," he muttered as he knelt to pick up the fallen weapon.
As he straightened, his eyes met Yara's, and for a moment, they both froze, their breath held in surprise.
Before either could react, the door burst open. Several men stormed in, their eyes scanning the room.
"Have you seen her?" one demanded, heavy footsteps approaching the table.
Yara's blood ran cold. The men had blocked the only exit, and she was in a room full of weapons—trapped.
The man who had seen her rose slowly, glancing down at her. Yara squeezed her eyes shut, clutching the dagger tightly, waiting for him to drag her out.
