#Chapter 108: Dungeon

Logan The dungeon was a maze of damp stone and iron. I never liked approaching the cells, never liked being so far below the surface. But lately, I found myself within the cool confines of the dungeons more often than not. First, I had interrogated rogues here. And then there had been Jesse. Now, Emma awaited me somewhere deep in this labyrinth. Each step echoed, slow and deliberate, as I descended into the belly of the palace, nearly losing myself in the twisting and turnings of the dungeons made deliberately to confuse prisoners and dissuade escape. Guards parted for me and opened rusty doors upon my approach, silent and wary, though I caught the flicker of recognition in their eyes. They knew why I was here. I had come to see her. Eventually, I found myself before her cell. She raised her eyes to me slowly as I gestured for a guard to open the cell door. It whined as it was split wide. Emma sat cross-legged on the straw-covered floor, her hair falling in wild tan