My feet pounded against the damp ground as I ran ahead, the torchlight burnt brightly along the walls. The further I went, the colder the air became, and the heavier my chest felt. My palms were clammy with sweat, my thoughts racing ahead of me.
The guard kept his pace behind me, not saying a word. I wasn't even sure if he cared. Maybe he was ordered to follow me. Maybe he was just amused.
We reached the final corridor. The path split in two directions, but I didn't need to ask. I could hear the sound of soft weeping.
"They're down that way," the guard said.
I nodded silently and made my way forward, my heart pounding harder with every step.
I finally saw them. Caroline sat in the corner of the cell, her arms wrapped around Lydia, who looked pale and tired. The bruises on their wrists from the silver cuffs were still visible.
"Caroline! Lydia!" I cried, rushing toward the bars.
Caroline looked up first, her face lighting up the second she saw me. "Ember?"
