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A long hallway with gray walls stretched on for at least fifty feet, and at the end of it, a set of metal doors shimmered under the ceiling lights. As far as Jack was concerned, he may as well have been looking at the gates of Hell. Because that was what waited for him on the other side.
Harry walked through the corridor with his hands cuffed behind his back, his head down like a condemned man. Every few seconds, he glanced at Jack from the corner of his eye. The slaver’s collar around his neck bothered him. It wasn’t locked, but Jack understood his trepidation.
Keli was on his other side, holding one of his arms, ushering him forward. She cast a glance across the hallway, raising an eyebrow. Her silent question was obvious. Was he sure this was a good idea?
Closing his eyes, Jack n
