The Sacred and the Tormented (Fae of Alastríona #4)

Arianna

Arianna sucked in sharp, uneven breaths, her legs burning as she continued pushing forward. Ellie was always just beyond her reach, waiting around corners or at the end of corridors that seemed to stretch on forever.

Arianna kept calling her name, begging Ellie to stop, but she never did. Was Ellie leading her somewhere? Kirian was the only logical explanation. Perhaps the male was being held somewhere Ellie couldn’t access. Maybe he was hurt and there wasn’t time to explain. Or maybe Vairik was watching her little sister, just as Niall had been watching Gavin back in Ruadhán. Arianna recalled the male’s visceral fear at the prospect of being caught by his uncle.

The lighting within the halls remained dim, but her surroundings shifted from a cold dungeon to a space covered in lush rugs with pictures lining the walls that spoke of a history she knew nothing about. Heavy curtains hung over windows, effectively blocking the light from outside.