Chapter 46
I’m in a dark chamber.
I can hear labored breathing before my eyes adjust to the dark. I’m afraid to move until I know where I am. At the very least, I want to be able to see.
My eyes adjust painfully slowly. When they finally do, I see that I’m in a dungeon cell.
Behind me, the labored breathing hitches. I turn to look.
It’s Sentry.
His head is hung low between his raised arms. His arms are shackled to the wall.
The chains are too short to allow him to sit, and he is obviously too exhausted to stand. So he slumps, pulling his entire weight on his wrists, making them bleed with the rubbing of the shackles.
I thought I saw him in some sort of crypt earlier. They must have dragged him here to torture him. There probably aren’t too many shackles in a crypt—at least, I hope
