As she turned a corner, she ran straight into someone. It was a tall, broad-shouldered man with short, wavy black hair and piercing brown eyes. His dark skin seemed to glow in the dim light of the corridor. Nia's heart skipped a beat as she realized who it was—Khalil.
Khalil's eyes narrowed as he grabbed her arms, holding her in place. "Nia, what are you doing?" He growled, his voice firm and commanding.
Nia struggled against his grip, but it was of no use. She was trapped. "I had to escape," she panted. "I had to try."
Khalil's expression remained skeptical. "You're not going anywhere," he said. "You're a prisoner, and you'll stay that way until I figure out what's going on with you."
Nia's heart sank. She had hoped that Khalil would believe her and trust her. But it seemed that he s
