THIRD PERSON'S POV
Jamal stalked closer to the huge, wrought iron gate that led to the dungeon. His legs grew weak, again, he turned around and went to stand behind the huge pillars of the palace.
His dark clothes synched with the darkness and made him almost unnoticeable.
He sighed, leaning against the pillar with his arms wrapped around his chest. He glanced at the dark entrance of the dungeon. Why was it so hard to go through it?
He's been out here all night, freezing his ass out. He couldn't sleep. Not because of Zach's super uncomfortable couch, but because his thoughts kept running wild.
He was restless. And there was this fear that lurked around his heart, making it race faster than normal. Fear of Jordy getting hurt.
Maybe he was just being paranoid, but he just couldn't sha
