Amy’s POV
The air in the basement felt heavier than usual, thick with the scent of damp stone and secrets buried too long. My flashlight cut through the darkness as I pressed the trembling girl against the cold wall. Her eyes darted away from mine, terrified, lips trembling as she whispered, “I–I swear I didn’t know what they were doing down there…”
I narrowed my gaze, my patience thinning. “Then tell me who does,” I demanded, my voice sharp enough to slice through her fear.
She hesitated, but when I pressed the flashlight harder against her cheek, she broke. “Th-there’s a door behind the old storage room. It leads underground. They said only she was allowed there.”
“She?” I repeated slowly, watching her flinch at the word.
The girl swallowed hard. “The one you call Queen.”
My blood
