บท 99: Silas and Maeve Need to Die

Maeve chuckled, a chilling sound that echoed through the chamber. "Such spirit! It's almost a shame to waste it." She leaned closer, her masked face inches from mine. "But don't worry, your sacrifice will not be in vain. He will reward us handsomely."

A shiver ran down my spine. "He?" I croaked. "Who is he?"

Maeve's smile widened, revealing a glimpse of sharp teeth. "You'll meet him soon enough," she purred. "But for now..." She trailed off, her gaze flickering towards the door. "Enjoy your last few hours of freedom."

With that, she turned and swept out of the room, Silas trailing behind her like a obedient dog. The heavy door slammed shut, plunging us back into darkness.

Fury surged through me, hot and potent. I strained against the ropes, ignoring the searing pain in my wrists. I had to get free. I had to protect Anya.

"Are you alright?" I whispered, turning towards her.