72. ANGEL

Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all… It was too late to back out now. My teeth sank into my bottom lip as I carefully carried the tray. It was silent except for the echo of my footsteps. Goosebumps covered every inch of my skin despite the layers of clothing I wore. It was colder down in the basement where the dungeons were. I hated the smell. At least most of the cells were empty. It consisted mostly of a bare room with a toilet and a thin mattress on the floor. It was clean for the most part except for a few questioning stains. My steps slowed as I neared the cell Xavier said Dorothy was locked up in. There were no signs of the council members which I was thankful for. I didn’t know what I was going to say to their mother, especially since she hated me so much, but I was hoping that I might be able to find something that could help my mates. My steps faltered when she came into view. She looked nothing like the woman I first met. Former queen Dorothy was a mess and i