I Am Not Going To Let Him Suffer

“Fuck you, Dagon. Fuck you,” I curse under my breath.

You really had to get yourself dragged to the torture room, all the way to the other side of the castle where we initially planned to escape. The torture room is in the east wing; that’s the exact opposite as of where we planned to go. Just like there is no way to escape from there! There are no old servants' passageways. There’s nothing except open corridors. We are practically walking targets in there.

I have no fucking clue how to save us from there. No plan at all. But what I do know is that I cannot let what I did to Dorin be in vain.

I look around the corner to see if the coast is clear. I hold my breath and push myself as far as possible against the wall when I hear two voices chatting away. Noting from the heavy footsteps, and the exhausting lingering in their voices, these are two guards who were unlucky enough to be my training partners today.