Jasmine's POV
The stone steps were cold beneath my bare feet as I crept down into the dungeons. The air grew damp and musty, carrying the stench of unwashed bodies and human waste. I wrinkled my nose, fighting the urge to gag.
Torches flickered in iron brackets along the walls, casting eerie shadows that danced and wavered. Water dripped somewhere in the darkness, a steady plink-plink-plink that set my nerves on edge.
I reached the bottom of the stairs and paused, letting my eyes adjust to the gloom. Rows of iron-barred cells stretched out before me, most of them empty. But I knew she was here somewhere.
Miso. The woman who had kidn*pped me. The woman who now held answers I desperately needed.
I crept forward, peering into each cell as I passed. Most were empty, save for piles of mold
