Roxanne's green eyes darted frantically around the room, drinking in the Void-Ice shroud that cocooned them, the frost-kissed walls glittering with impossible colors no mortal tongue could name, the absolute darkness that had sealed every possible escape route from reality itself.
Her chest heaved, pendulous breasts straining heavily against the champagne silk with each panicked breath, the deep shadowed valley between them rising and falling like a storm-tossed tide of pure terror.
"The room is safe," Phei said, voice low and steady, almost amused at how easily he had turned her daughter's bedroom into an impenetrable tomb. "No one can see you. No one can hear you. Not even the monsters you're running from."
She nodded—slowly, carefully, as if any sudden movement might shatter the fragile sanctuary he had casually conjured.
