When Camilla, Diana and Raya were asked to be escort to safety Raya slipped away.
Fast. Silent.
Gone before anyone could even register her movement.
Camilla's voice cut through the chaos, sharp and panicked. "Sera! Where the hell are you going?"
But Raya was already rounding the corner, her footsteps barely making a sound on the marble floor, her mind a whirlwind of fear, strategy, and impossible courage.
Her room came into view, and she slid inside, closing the door with a soft click. She sat on the edge of the bed, her hands clenched into fists in her lap. Her breath came shallow and fast. Every fiber in her body screamed at her to stop, to abandon the reckless thought of leaving safety for danger.
This is insane, she told herself. You could die. All of you could die.
