"And then we're free?" the brunette added, her voice small. Hopeful. "You promise?"
Raven's smile was gentle. Almost kind.
"I promise," he said simply.
The redhead's grip on the blonde's arm loosened. Her shoulders sagged. "But what would we even... what do you want us to...?"
Before Raven could answer—
Click.
The sound was soft. Metallic. Distinct.
A lock turning.
All three women's heads snapped toward the source.
A door.
Not a door that had been there before. Or maybe it had been, hidden in the darkness. But now it was visible. Tall. Wooden. Ornate carvings running up the frame.
And it was opening.
Slowly.
The hinges creaked.
Light spilled through the widening gap. Warm. Golden. The kind that came from expensive chandeliers.
A figure stumbled through.
Red hair. Long and wavy, cascading over bare shoulders. A black dress—tight, expensive, slightly rumpled. Heels that clicked unevenly on the floor.
Drunk.
