40. Lina

Lina

“ S omeone is coming.”

I look over my shoulder but, again, find only darkness. The flame in my hand wavers in a rush of cool air.

“Put it out,” Alliana says. “They’ll see!”

“But if I?—”

Loud stomping steps cause my blood to run cold. Without another thought, I shove the torch into the slick muck beneath my feet. It goes out with a sizzle, leaving me in complete darkness.

“Who’s chatting back there?” a male voice hollers.

The room is silent. I don’t dare move.

“I expect an answer!”

“Carington was having a nightmare again,” someone answers, voice low and hollow. I swallow. I don’t know who answered. Did they do it for my benefit? Maybe they all heard and hope to escape with us.

“Your whole existence is a nightmare,” the guard barks back.

No one argues with the male voice.

“Shut it, or I’ll take it as proof someone wants to make a visit to the drakai. Do I have a volunteer?”

Again, silence.

“As I thought.” The man spits, and his stomping fades away again.

“I’ll come back again,” I tell Alliana. “With food.”

She doesn’t respond to that. I don’t know what purpose food would serve in her situation. Will she still be fed to the drakai even with a full belly? But it’s something small I’m able to do. So, I will.

I slowly back up until my feet find solid stone. I take those few steps carefully, and then I pray hard as I attempt my walk across the narrow ledge in the complete darkness.

She’s dirty now.

Naughty girl.

The strange voices echo through my mind.

But I force myself on, pressing tightly to the angled wall and take slow careful steps.

I only shift my weight once I know I have a solid surface.

My feet are now slick with mud, and I have no light at all to tell where to take my next step.

My toes find the edge several times, but with careful precision, I adjust and find a new spot to step.

Finally, I reach the opening I came through. The hall is darker than before. The air thicker.

The hem of my dress damp.

But I feel it deep in my soul that I have to run.. I have to be back in my dwelling. Now.

Two steps.

That’s all I make it before a rough hand grabs my face and shoves me into the wall.

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