Chapter 5: Unraveling Threads

Clara’s pulse hammered wildly. "And how do I know you aren't the one who buried it?" she whispered back. "Because," Julian answered, stepping so close she could feel the cold edge of his coat, "we are both trapped in the same trap now." Before she could reply, a sharp, metallic screech echoed from the ceiling. A single, glaring strip of fluorescent light flickered on with a violent buzz, washing the room in a sickly, blinding white glare that felt entirely unnatural.