Jareth Pov
“Who are you people?” I lifted my head, surprised to hear a voice I didn’t recognize, before realizing this was a dungeon. There were probably a lot of prisoners down here. A pair of shining red eyes peered at me from a cell across from mine, and as the woman stepped closer to the bars I could see more of her in the dim shaking light from the flickering torch left resting on the wall.
She had long curly black hair and her skin color was the same color as the wood we used to make furniture and her lips were poised in a scowl. She placed her hands on her hips, raising her eyebrows at me as if waiting impatiently for my reply. “Why would I tell you that? It’s rude to ask without introducing yourself first,” I told her.
She snorted, rolling her eyes. I could see Nicki in the cel
