Vincent led me through the maze of secret passages as I tried not the sob, my back aching from being thrown by Elizabeth; she was stronger than my saviour, more agile and older. But he was still aiding me, he was going against everything that he knew to help a witch, a slave. Why? Why would he risk his life for me? We turned one last tight corner to the right before climbing an eternity of steps; though eventually we came to another wall, one I hoped would lead us outside, it would be harder to escape the underground mansion. It wasn’t like the underground city my master had built, but rather one big building that was fifty feet under the surface.
Vincent turned to me, kneeling and grabbing my leg, removing the anklet that had been there restricting my powers.
“We need to contact your ma
