Third person POV :
The hallways were silent, save for the clicking of heels on the tiled floor. The air was thick with the smell of dried blood, burnt flesh, sweat and vomit. Any other person would have gagged and left that place but not her. She was used to it, too used to it. Turning left, the young woman entered the cell, the two guards bowing down at her and allowing her to enter. Sensing another presence in the room, the man inside looked up and smirked at her.
"I presume that all is well, Espona?"
The man had a smile on his face but his tone was anything but happy. She felt a cold shiver travel down her spine as her green eyes meet his malice-filled grey ones.
"Yes. I have led both her and her mate to the old seer's place. He intends to capture the three witches with her." She re
