But Esme stopped. Just like that. Because, for God's sake, it was like the whole world had conspired against her. One moment, she was smugly mocking her hunter, enjoying the chase. The next? A towering wall loomed before her, cutting off the tunnel completely.
Oh, and before anyone suggested it—no, she couldn't just punch through it. Even if she tried, she knew this thing was built to withstand time, floods, and disasters. It wasn't going anywhere. And besides, who knew what nightmares lurked on the other side?
With a slow exhale, Esme turned on her heel, her gaze sweeping over the women who had been tailing her. They stood there, watching her with amused grins, clearly enjoying her predicament.
"Oh? Tired already?" one of them cooed, tilting her head mockingly. "Do you need a break?"
Esme blinked, then let out a dramatic sigh, rolling her shoulders as if shaking off invisible dust. Then, with the same light-hearted arrogance, she placed a hand on her hip and smirked.
