Chapter 66: Torin And Grim
Torin walked through the gates with Rose on his shoulder. He could scarcely believe his eyes. He was sure they would be beheaded in the town square for sure. They were only petty thieves, but somehow, he had listened to Grim and had ended up stuck in the castle dungeons for over two weeks with almost no food or water. He had thought they would die there.
Grim had told him his informant had found a secret path into the castle and that they could sneak in and steal as much as they could, and no one would even notice. Torin had thought the idea was exceedingly untrue. He didn’t believe it for one bit. However, Grim wouldn’t let it go, and he had decided to humor him just so he could shut Grim down when he saw there was no secret path. But when they got to the supposed location of the secret path, guards appeared from every corner, and they were arrested.
They had been tortured and asked several questions about who sent them and what their mission was. Grim had ended up spilling the truth after he lost a few teeth. They didn’t believe them, of course, but at least they had stopped torturing them and just threw them in the dungeons.
Torin had thought they would die there, and he couldn’t help the happiness that coursed through his soul when he was told he had a task. He didn’t know who wanted to get rid of her, but he knew it was someone powerful.
It had been so easy for him to go around the castle. Guards were scarce, and he was able to follow some hidden passageways. Finding her room wasn’t a hassle—it was the only one that opened when he lightly pushed.
At first, he had been worried he was in the wrong room, but when the hand pointed and he caught sight of the redhead, he knew immediately. They had described her as a redhead, but Torin didn’t expect it to be the same young woman who had been dragged into the dungeons a few days ago. And the one who had pointed looked familiar, but he didn’t have the time to check.
He had done his job and gotten out of there because, as he was told, if he was caught, he would be killed. At first, the guard who spoke said it was only one prisoner, but somehow, he was able to convince them by saying he needed someone outside for the getaway and Grim joined him. As much as he couldn’t stand the older man, they had been through a lot, and he wouldn’t leave him to rot in the castle dungeons.
Torin was pulled out of his thoughts as he saw a small door. There was a secret pathway. He had walked all the way to the wall. The door was slightly agape, and there was light coming from it. It was a little hard to find his way in the dark, but he was able to make it without running into obstacles. He knew there were dogs in the royal castle, but he didn’t even hear one as he walked. The journey had taken some time, and he had been half worried he might run into someone on the way, but he didn’t.
He pulled the door wider and slipped out. There was no way he would have been able to scale over the walls—it was at least five times taller than he was.
"Grim," he called, bending over.