ALDRIC
He walked past Thorne and the guard without looking back.
But just before he disappeared around the corner, his hand moved one last time. A single tap against the side of his leg.
It was an acknowledgment and confirmed that he was going to be by my side no matter what.
Then he was gone.
The guard followed. Thorne went last. The sound of their footsteps faded down the corridor and then there was nothing but silence again.
I stood at the bars and let my hands drop to my sides.
The chains rattled softly.
Behind me Ronan shifted against the wall.
"What was that?" he asked quietly.
I turned and looked at him.
"Insurance."
He frowned.
"What does that mean?"
I walked back to the bench and sat down. The cold stone pressed against my back through my shirt.
"It means that when we go back up there, we will not be going quietly."
Ronan stared at me.
"You are planning something."
"I am always planning something."
