Blair's pov
Whatever was happening outside was of no business of mine until the bolts of the gate pushed open, letting in fresh air as whoever unlocked the gate strolled in.
I rolled my eyes at the guard and ignored his shaggy entrance and the irritating look on his face.
"Come with me," he ordered, and I lifted my brows.
"Who sent for me?" I asked abruptly, but he obviously wasn't going to give me an answer. I hissed loudly and slowly got up from the cold floor as I followed him out of the dungeon.
"Where are we going?" I probed further, but he ignored me. I liked the idea of being out of the dungeon, but what I don't like is not knowing where next I'll be confined to.
I wanted to stop walking and prove stubborn so the guard could open up and answer my question but then I remembered nobody here cared enough to even look at me twice no matter how strong headed I decide to be.