Chapter Eighteen: Tai
An undersea cell isn’t that much different from the aboveground variety, as it turns out.
Superficially there are differences, sure. This one was prettier: all turquoise water and coral, and pearlescent fish that look like they were painted to match the décor (for all I know, they might have been). But bars of water-smoothed stone are still bars, and a locked door is still impassable without a key.
Brianne’s guards had installed Phélan and I in the same cell, and while it’s been some time since he and I have had to escape a confined situation together, I’m going to go ahead and call this a mistake on her part.
‘I’m fastened to the wall,’ I observed to Phélan, once the morrough had gone. I had a manacle, of sorts, attaching my left wrist to the craggy rock face aro
