Marching their way down the stone corridor, the only sound was the echoing of their footsteps against the stark flagstone floor, and the harsh clink of Rowan’s chains as he hurried to keep up with the silent Collector beside him. Large foreboding carvings of animals in various stages of pain lined each side of the walkway, yet Sebastian gave them no mind as he strode determinedly for the ancient oak door at the far end of the hall.
Coming to a halt, he raising his fist and pounded as hard as he could against the wood, the boom resounding back along the corridor long after he stopped.
‘Come’ called the monotone voice of a man from inside, pushing the door open, Sebastian led Rowan into the large room, walking forward to where four men sat in regal chairs behind a large hand carved desk.
