#Chapter 96: The Pits

Third Person POV Oh my god he’s screaming, Alaric shrieked to himself, terror filling his veins. The sound didn’t last even a second before Lucius had shoved a cloth in his uncle’s mouth, silencing him. “We gotta move,” Alaric muttered, hopeful that Mia was out there in the halls being the best distraction in the entire city. Lucius took his uncle by the ankles, and he took his shoulders. Alaric had forgotten just how big his uncle was — not only was he a broad, big-boned man, he also packed on a decent amount of weight. With his body going limp in the grasp, it only got harder to move. Alaric swore he heard shuffling outside in the halls, his heart throbbing in his throat. They shuffled his body to the trapdoor, counting the seconds as they passed. Lucius set the King down, slipping down the ladder to catch him as Alaric slid him down. By now, he’d gone entirely limp, his muscles somewhat stiff. The poison had taken enough effect, immobiliz