"You think you can run from me, Aria?"
Logan's voice slithered through the darkened corridor, low and venomous, sending an icy shiver down Aria's spine. She clutched the edges of the rough stone wall, her breath shallow as her pulse thundered in her ears. The dim light barely illuminated the labyrinthine passages of Logan's lair, a stark contrast to the sheer malevolence she could feel radiating from him.
"You're not the frightened little Luna anymore, are you?" Logan's taunt echoed, closer now. "But don't forget—broken things can always be shattered again."
Aria closed her eyes, gripping the dagger hidden in her belt, a small spark of defiance igniting within her.
