VERA'S POV.
The hallway stretched endlessly before me as I walked, dragging myself down the corridor that felt more like a tunnel into hell than a path home. Because the truth is this wasn't my home, it was my prison.
My legs trembled beneath me with each step I took, sending sharp pangs of pain up through my entire body. My breath hitched, coming out in short and shallow pants, as I clutched my sides, willing myself to keep moving.
The Omega quarters weren’t far from the main castle—logically, I knew this—but every step felt like I was dragging a boulder uphill. The poison in my veins burned like fire, and my body had long since stopped obeying me fully. Now I had to struggle to make use of my limbs. Still, I pushed forward, even though the thought of collapsing in the cold hallwa
