Ffion
The room we were ushered into was once some kind of office. There was frayed and faded maps of the london underground on the walls still. And a stack of dust covered papers on the dge of the desk. It was a box. with one tiny window which wasn’t big enough to squeeze through and one door. The only way in or out was throuh that door.
Zane who brought up the rear filled it totally his breathing heavy and laboured as we took stock of the scene in front of us. In my chest my heart leapt as my brother raised himself with a snarl. Positioning himself between us and the two women who cowered behind him. And even with his hands shackled with iron in front of him he sounded fierce.
For a second I forgot who I was meant to be and tumbled forward. My hands moving from my sides to em
