Chapter 18 Lethal Or Brutal
- The steps seemed endless, the turns, the doorways, then more steps. I lost count eventually. But the environment felt and smelled better than my prison, a clean smell of sweet floral aroma.
- We walked through another doorway, and Pietro’s voice cracked through the air. He was on a call. He rounded off his call quickly and spoke to the lady who brought me.
- “Thanks, Nika, you can go.”