24
Rue
As I pull Amabel behind the door, I hear a commotion start down the hall. Peeking out I can see all the guards running toward the sounds.
A hollow feeling in the pit of my stomach starts spreading upward, slowly filling my belly with acid. That could very well be the sound of the love of my life dying.
And what can I do about it?
Nothing. There is nothing that I can do.
“Mummy,” Ama whines. “You are hurting me.”
Looking down at how I’m gripping her hand, I loosen my hold. “Shhhh. Come on.”
Hustling Ama in front of me, I run to the hidden door that is marked by the flashlight sitting outside it. With a grunt, I open the door and pull her inside.
“It’s dark!” she cries. My hand flies up to cover her mouth and I shut the door.
Not taking my eyes from the door, I whisper harsh
