"Easy! Damn it!"
Ismael looked back at the knight, who shoved him inside the cell. He clicked his tongue in irritation, brushing his shoulder while the knight closed the cell and locked it.
"Fucking…" he grunted, raising his chin to taunt the knight when he looked up at him in the eye. "What?"
The knight remained silent as he walked back, turning on his heel right after, and then walked away.
"I would've mangled his face if he spoke a word." Ismael spat to the side and rolled his eyes.
"I need to get out of here."
The third prince arched a brow when he heard Climaco's shaking voice. He turned on his heel and his eyes instantly fell on Aries's knight. Climaco was sitting on the narrow bench with his arms on his legs. His expression was solemn.
Climaco held his trembling hands together to calm himself down from the dread filling his heart. "I need to get out."
