••{RHIANNON'S POV}••
I take a step back.
Then another.
The hooded figures step through the doorway of my chambers, slowly moving toward me.
My eyes dart frantically across the room, searching for something—anything at all I can use as a weapon. But all I see is the bed, the pillows, the chairs, the vanity. Nothing sharp. Nothing heavy. Nothing I can use to defend myself.
In that moment, I realize I'm cornered with nowhere to run.
My heel bumps into the edge of the rug and I nearly lose my footing.
That's when they move.
Before I can even draw in a breath, they close the distance between us. One of them grabs my right arm, fingers digging deep enough to bruise. Another grabs my left, twisting it behind me before I can even think to fight.
"HEL—"
Something yanks tight around my mouth from behind, cutting off my cry for help. My jaw aches as the gag is pulled right around my head and secured.
