Layleen
As expected, there's no response.
Frowning, I knock again, harder this time, the sound echoing down the quiet hallway. But still—nothing. Not even the faintest shuffle from behind the door.
I don't know why disappointment pricks at me. It's not like Sheryl and I have ever been close. We were never friends—not in Dark Wood, not before last night. If anything, the only thing tying us together is the hell we both barely survived. Just because we shared the same nightmare doesn't mean we've suddenly become allies.
So why does her silence bother me?
With a quiet sigh, I turn away. Maybe I'll try again later. Or maybe nothing will change, and we'll continue as we always have—strangers forced into each other's orbit.
But before I can take a single step, the door flies open, and a hand—surprisingly strong—grabs my wrist and yanks me inside.
"Goddess!" I gasp, but before I can utter another word, I'm shoved against the wall, the door slamming shut behind me.
