Thomas, the Head Servant
The stone door clicked shut behind me, leaving me in total darkness.
Cold air filled the space and smelled like wet dirt. Keeping my left hand on the rough stone wall, I took slow steps down the stairs. The slippery steps wound deeper under the castle.
Up in my bedroom, Cassian’s guards were still standing outside my door. They believed I was trapped inside.
Moving down steadily, I watched the tight passage open up. The air felt wider and cooler against my face. Stepping off the last stair onto the flat ground, my boots made no sound in the thick dust.
I pulled thin steel wire out of my pocket, holding it tight like a little knife.
Through a narrow c***k in the stone wall ahead, a faint yellow light flickered against the ceiling.
I walked up to the
