Chapter Eight
The hallway was narrow. Nola noticed that first. It was long, too. Over a hundred feet. One hundred feet of tunnel that shouldn’t exist. That didn’t exist on the domes’ maps. The Guard barracks should have been the last thing on this level. But the long corridor stretched out in front of her.
With a swish, the door to the barracks closed. The noise of the guards disappeared. Nola stood frozen for a moment, waiting for Gentry to grab her and shout that she wasn’t supposed to be here either. Even without Gentry yelling at her, the air told her this wasn’t a place she was allowed to be. Doors lined the hall. Thick, metal doors with tiny windows at the top.
Fists clenched, Nola took a step forward, then another, walking toward the nearest door.
The window was nearly too high
