In continuous rhythm, her foot tapped on the concrete as she sat on the ground. Its subtle echo reverberated off the walls of the door-less, windowless cell and kept everything from being absolutely quiet.
Jaelyn couldn’t handle the quiet. It had already been enveloping her for hours now. Was it hours?
Maybe days?
Time worked differently everywhere in the Underworld. How did it work here? Where was here? It looked like one of the cells at her father’s compound in faerie territory. But yet, it was different. The walls were still black. A red light still spun a heady crimson glow throughout the cell. But on the wall, the metallic symbol fixture wasn’t like the one in their faerie cell. She wasn’t in the faerie city of Lahliloe.
Here, it didn’t feel like she belonged.
Here felt dange
