Rayna held my hand as we descended the stairs, where three cloaked men waited, dressed in their black ceremonial robes that mirrored my own.
Her fingers were unnaturally cold in mine. She's as nervous as I am.
Her posture was rigid as we moved together down the long hall, our steps echoing until we stopped before a large, ornate wooden door. Large, thick and imposing with its ancient carvings.
Without hesitation, they pushed the door open. The heavy groan of the hinges giving way to a sight that steals my breath.
Ravić is standing at the altar beside his father.
Rayna's hand tightened around mine, a silent attempt to reassure me that everything is going to be okay.
I'm literally minutes away from receiving my death sentence.
