Chapter 29 : Chains and Promises II
Al's POV
I pressed myself flat against the shadowed wall, the grain of the wood digging into my back as footsteps scraped closer. The door swung open and the same guard from before stepped in, dragging a cheap tray with one cracked cup of water and a sliver of food that hardly qualified as a meal. The look on his face made bile rise: contempt dressed up as economy.
So that was what they gave him. A joke of a portion and a sneer. I wanted to tear them all apart on the spot.
The second the door shut, I moved.
I didn’t waste time with theatrics. I locked the door quietly behind me, shifted my weight, and slipped up behind him like a shadow that had learned how to bite. He turned at my touch—too slow—and I grabbed him by the shoulder. The fight that fol
