Hadley’s POV
I’ve been dragged out of the courtroom, silver cuffs around my wrists that burn like a b***h, but I keep my expression stoic, not wanting to let these assholes know I’m in pain.
Beside me, that same damn guy that ushered into the courtroom hours ago, now has a hold of my elbow and is guiding me down a dark stone stairway that seems to go one hundred feet or so below the Council building.
Reaching the bottom of the stairwell, I blink slightly from the light of the torches that light the corridor in front of us, a stark difference to the almost blackness of where we just decended.
It stretches further than my eyes can make out and we both start walking forward as I peek around me, finding the walls bare as though it’s a tunnel more than a corridor. The walls a stone and roug
