Otto didn't need to be told twice.
The moment Kemp nodded, he slipped past him and entered the narrow stone corridor that led deeper into the prison wing.
The temperature dropped immediately.
His breath fogged in the cold.
The Damp stinking air clung to his skin.
The scent of old iron and stale misery of the past inhabitants filled the tunnels.
His boots echoed as he walked.
Each step pierced through him like a reminder of where he was….
where she was.
Jasmine.
In a place like this.
His fists clenched involuntarily.
He couldn't believe any of it.
She, gentle Jasmine, who smiled at stars, who painted sunsets like they were alive.
Was now locked away in a cell like a criminal.
He swallowed hard and walked faster.
He passed the first row of empty cells.
Then a second row.
Then a third.
Lights flickered overhead.
His heartbeat picked up speed.
And then…..
He saw her.
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She was sitting against the far wall of her cell, knees drawn up, head bowed.
