The sound of water drops falling echoed through the dungeon from a distance as if to break the silence between Iris and Sarah. The iron grate grew cold to the touch and left a trail of extremely uncomfortable moisture.
Iris wondered if it was already night out there. How many days had he been here?
What happened out there? Where did Miguel's plan run?
Sarah was no longer talking to Iris. She was hurting even more when she opened her mouth. She huddled in a corner and ignored whatever Iris said to her, closing her eyes tightly and resigned to whatever would happen to her.
Sarah gripped the black gloves she wasn't wearing as she remembered Gail. The golden-haired man who had always been her loyal follower always followed her without complaining and helped her somehow.
Whether he lived or died, Sarah only wished she could find out about him before she was executed in the next few days.
