THE sound of incoming footsteps alerted the man sitting on the cold floor. His eyes went back to the ground as his dirty fingers traced the uneven flooring.
He woke up detained in this cell. His last memory was running out of Alexi’s manor and the encounter with the twin sentinels who tailed the woman he was after.
The small confinement has been his quarter for the last twenty-four hours. Yes, it must have been a day since he arrived in this forsaken place.
He slept on the narrow bed attached to the wall. The thin blanket has been his protection from the cold night. Because despite the windowless cell, the night has been more than just chilly that the frosty temperature seeped at the thick wall.
He had a few winks regardless of the cold and the whimpering coming from the neighboring
