The darkness swallowed Sophie whole. Her body lay still, but her mind screamed. Every part of her wanted to escape, to run, to fight—anything—but the shadows pressed tighter, as if suffocating her very will to move. The cold hand still lingered at her cheek, its icy grip spreading through her skin, seeping into her bones. "You’re mine now," the figure whispered, its voice a low growl that vibrated