“Oh, darling, I’m just getting started. But for now… I’ll let you stew,” she purred, her footsteps retreating.
I exhaled, relieved. Darkness finally cloaked the room. I glanced at my hair, noting the small hairpin still holding it in place.
“Better than nothing,” I muttered.
Seconds later, I was still trapped, unable to unlock the door. Then I heard voices outside—two familiar, wolfish voices.
“Let’s teach her a lesson,” Ian hissed.
“Yes!” Rylan cackled.
Before I could react, screams tore from my throat as the floor beneath me seemed alive with crawling spiders and buzzing bees. They’d shoved a beehive through the small back window.
The spiders bit, the bees stung, and I cried out helplessly.
“Somebody! Help me!!” I banged on the door frantically.
No one answered—only the boys’ cruel laughter.
“Don’t try to mess with us next time,” they teased.
My right eye swelled, but I forced myself to work faster at the lock, ignoring the relentless stings.
Finally, the door gave way, and I bolted into the courtyard, screaming.
The twins glared, teeth bared, and claws extended.
“You never learn, do you?” Rylan snarled.
“I think it’s best you never return,” Ian growled.