Chapter Eight
A row of guards stood at attention at the bottom of the narrow dungeon staircase. The first thing Helena noticed was that each cell had some poor soul trapped inside. Did Gaule have this many criminals? Maybe they were rebels.
Their harsh screams and moans sent a shiver down her spine as she sidestepped the arms reaching out for her.
How could Quinn be in a place such as this? Her sweet brother, the best of them all. And this was his fate? Sorrow churned within her, turning over and over until it hardened into anger chilling her heart.
This too was Cole’s fault.
“There was a time,” Edmund whispered, “When these cells stood mostly empty. But Gaule has changed.”
Helena wasn’t interested in hearing of Gaule’s past. She scanned each face she passed until the guard leading t
