Chapter 25 Help Hands

• The passages leading to the dungeon were dark as she ran in, Sheila could hear her footsteps echo with each fall, her breath loud in her ears as she panted.
• She knew she’d reached the entrance of the dungeon when she felt the crunch of rocks beneath her boots, she glanced up at the giant hole they’d blown in the ceiling earlier, her nose flaring at the smell of gunpowder.
• Sheila frowned, the dungeon was oddly quiet; where the hell were Luca and Kevin?