I didn’t think I could fall asleep. My stiff body tells me otherwise when I wake up from loud noises. Even without windows, I estimate it’s the middle of the night. It smells like nighttime, but there is also something else in the air: blood. I don’t know how long there has been commotion above us, but there is screaming and fighting going on.
Even the guards who haven’t left their eyes off us now stare at the door with worried expressions. What the hell is happening? And why doesn’t anyone mind link the guards, making them feel more at ease? Their nerves are getting to me. This is not good!
I sit up and find Daniel staring at the door, too, but his face is miles away. Sometimes, he winces, so he might hear more than I do. I want to ask him, but his concentrating face stops me. He’ll le
