Dark Halls (2)

"What are you doing here?" Gael gently turned her around, his brows deeply furrowed as he studied her, briefly glancing behind her—probably at the guard. "Do you need something?"

How could he be so quiet? She didn't even hear him walk up to her from behind. Where did he come from and how long had he been back?

"No… I just." She cleared her throat. "I felt a little stuffy in the room. Can we get some fresh air?" Technically, she wasn't lying. She did feel boxed up in that room with no window. It felt like a dungeon in there despite all the things in the room. That's what this whole place felt like—a dungeon.

Taking her hand, Gael walked her back to where she came from. "We can't come up yet. At least for a couple more days."

Angela pursed her lips. Days? She had to stay down here for days without seeing the sun?