Well, to what used to be a wine cellar. Now it was a dungeon. And, if her dad caught her going down here, she was toast. Allai followed the steps leading down to the dungeon door, counting the echoes her shoes made on the concrete floor. Her fingertips trailed along the rough wall, and she tried not to let her heart beat too fast. She hated these walls. They were confining and narrow, and gave her a tingling feeling of claustrophobia. The dungeon door came into view, and she hedged back a step. A young Charger guard glared at her from in front of the door, his claws half extended and his wings flared just enough to look threatening. He took a moment to lazily examine her face, and his lip lifted in a snarl when he recognized her. “I want to see Drake,” Allai said. There was no point bothering with a greeting; it wouldn’t be returned. “You’re on a first-name-basis with Rhaize’s son?” The guard scoffed. “Figures.” Allai straightened to her full height. She felt a little stupid, trying to intimidate this guy with her four-feet-ten-inches.
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