"I'm ready," she purred, her voice a soft, manipulative caress that sealed his fate. "Save me, Wanderer. Take me to our place."
Wanderer let out a sharp, triumphant bark of laughter, a sound that bordered on the hysterical. The violet light exploded, swallowing the room, the grease, and the bunker's shadows. The world folded like paper, and for a terrifying, weightless moment, there was no ground, no sky, only the sensation of hurtling through a void.
As they tumbled through the dimensions, Felicity felt the marble around her neck grow warm. She looked at the man holding her, the one who thought he had finally won—and felt a cold, sharp pity. He thought he was taking her to a sanctuary. He didn't realise he was just a delivery service for a pack of apex predators, currently tearing the world apart to find him.
