Chapter 67 A witch’s Cloak
I reached the side gate. My chest heaved heavily, my fingers trembled as I opened it. My gaze grew more blurry. But I couldn’t give up, if I did, Caroline would be caught.
Blood trailed along my path, my body wobbled from the amount of blood I was losing. The mark on my lower shoulder burned faintly now.
I dragged myself along the path, heading towards my cell. The air felt tense, I had a foreboding feeling that something was wrong. But I couldn’t pinpoint what. The path was mostly empty with no guards on sight.
My brows furrowed, I pushed forward. I reached my cell.
My bloody fingers curled over the rods of the cell as I steadied myself. I didn’t have the strength to stand straight anymore, not with the sharp stinging pain gnawing at my back and my vision spinning like a wheel about to fall apart.
But when I peered into the cell, a shaky breath of relief slipped past my lips.
"Caroline..." I murmured.
She sat on the floor curled in the corner with her knees hugged to her chest, her back facing me. Her whole body flinched the moment she heard my voice.
I stumbled, nearly collapsing again, but I held myself up, dragging one foot in front of the other. "You’re okay," I whispered, trying to smile through the pain that twisted through my spine. "You’re safe."
Caroline turned around slowly, her eyes wide, her face stained with silent tears. Her expression wasn’t one of relief, though—it was one of worry. Her bottom lip quivered, and her hands trembled as she reached out to me but didn’t touch.
I blinked at her in confusion. "What’s wrong?"