(Six Months later)
"Alaric. Someone is here," Valerie got up in the cell and tried to hear the voices.
"Go to sleep!" Alaric said in a bored voice, "There is no one. Dorian already left three days back," he reminded her, and went back to sleep.
But Valerie could hear voices coming from the corridor. By now, other cell inmates had also gathered near their gates.
They never tried to communicate with other residents, nor did they see each other's faces.
This time, Valerie was right. There was someone indeed.
Usually, Dorian's servants used to visit them to provide them with meals. The rest of the time, they didn't even bother whether the prisoners were alive or dead.
This was an unusual time to visit this private jail.
Valerie felt a flicker of hope flashing through her body when she heard metal doors clanging against the walls.
Someone was unlocking the doors of those mini jails.
She could hear people's voices talking to each other.
