Luke's steps quickened as he walked towards the greenhouse. He had to pass the room where the bloodshed had happened, and he held his breath as he listened for any noise from inside, but there was nothing. He sprinted as quietly as he could down that hallway, his heart pounding because he knew that at any moment, the Doyens could show up.
Luke left the building and stooped down as he neared the greenhouse. It was dark out now, and the greenhouse was so full of foliage that he knew that he would be shrouded, but it didn't stop trepidation from crashing over him in immobilizing waves.
Luke couldn't see inside the glass at all, even when he cupped his hands around his eyes and peered in closely. He didn't know how many people were inside, if Abel was inside, or if he was alive.