JEREMIAH STOOD STILL for a moment, Hector’s voice a distant sound echoing in the corners of his mind. Shock had seized him, taken him captive, and the beast saw it fit to use this to his advantage.
“Jeremiah, move! You’ve got to get to Jason now!” Hector’s hoarse voice shook The Cellar.
The beast, clad in calmness, picked up the mace and swung it, aiming to smash Jeremiah’s head, but Hector deflected it by swinging the metal part of his axe. The deflection made a banging sound, like the sounds that reverberate in a blacksmith’s shop, jolting Jeremiah back to reality. He glanced at Hector, and gave an acknowledging nod, before bolting to The Cellar’s iron door. He unlocked it, moved into the darkness, and left the iron door swinging back into its lock. The other guards lay on the floor, l
