I frowned as my shadows tugged at me, covering a door at the end of the hall. My frown deepened as I inched toward it.
Lorelai’s scent hit me hard, and I opened the door, grimacing at the stench that billowed out.
I covered my mouth with my hand, my eyes watering as I looked around the cell she had been kept in. It was disgusting. Inhumane. She should never have been here.
I cursed, kicking an overturned plate on the ground that was covered in rotting food, and turned away. There was a bucket of vomit in the corner, and all I could smell was piss. It wasn’t even hers.
I backed out of the room, anger filling every fiber of my being. I couldn’t control it; my shadows hissed and sputtered, angry and seething just like me.
I ran back through the tunnels, charging up the stairs, throw
