The rattling of keys drew Isobel out of her terror-filled daydreams, and she stumbled to her feet as a flickering light and the shadow of a man appeared on the wall further down from her cell.
“Benedict,” Isobel whispered, sliding her arm through the bars between their cells to gently shake his shoulder.
He woke with a start and flinched away from her touch before he could process that it was her hand on him. He had cried himself to sleep after revealing what had happened to his family and she wished he could have left him to his dreams rather than pulling him into a reality that no nightmare could rival.
“Someone’s coming,” she told him quietly.
Benedict shrank into himself as his eyes widened with terror. “Don’t let them take me,” he begged her, his hand reaching up to tightly gr
