(Isla)
The seal burned beneath my fingertips.
The dining room disappeared before I could pull my hand away. The voices around me vanished as though they had never been there. The floor beneath my feet no longer existed. I stood inside something that wasn't my own memory.
Cold air surrounded me.
Dark stone walls stretched in every direction. Rain beat against narrow windows somewhere nearby. I couldn't see the room clearly because everything around me felt wrapped in fear instead of light. That fear became the only thing I could truly understand.
It wasn't mine.
It belonged to someone else. Someone breathing too fast while trying to stay quiet. Someone who believed every passing second brought death closer. The feeling pressed against me until my chest hurt.
A hand appeared.
It wasn
