Although the sun was yet to set, here, in the underground cells holding the captives, it was dark and cold. Freezing even. The hallways were dimly lit, and the cold from within the cells sipped pleading around the hallway.
Within the cells, one is two people, which could be seen either crouching on the floor, hugging themselves, and attempting to keep themselves warm from the biting cold or strapped against a chair awaiting interrogation
Alex moved within the hallways, his expression as cold as the temperature around them and his eyes even like so. His jaws hardened as he remembered the way Sara shivered in his hands. The state he found her in when he escorted Jessa to her. His fists clenched at his sides, and his teeth gritted as he tried to rein his anger.
