Jaelyn breathed heavily as she edged down the hallway behind Tim, trying to keep her head down. Although she had managed to get away from the kitchen servants, now she was fighting against the ache that throbbed across her side. Although the jacket she was wearing managed to hide much of the ugly bloom of blood that had saturated her tee-shirt, the more they walked, the less she was managing to hide the fact she was in pain.
Although her priority had slightly morphed from getting outta this place into investigating whether or not one of Aron’s children were in the prison block and then getting out of the palace, now she was starting to reprioritize that as well. Because even if she possibly did find Cian or Derrah in this god forsaken place, she would soon be in no condition to break them
