Ch. 10

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::Return to Delilah's POV::

Even gripping a candle, and leaving the corridor basked in light, I swear I must've been going insane. I'd been walking for at least two hours, and the scenery hadn't changed at all. Just an endless tunnel of brick walls and mud floor. Literally, nothing changed.

What was going on with the boys? Were they safe? Were they dead? I was clueless. And what did 'The Master' mean about one of them having feelings for me? I squished my eyes closed, frowning.

I felt like collapsing, and I knew I'd need to sleep soon, but I trudged onward through the dreary hall. What kind of person has to get stuck in this type of situation? Me, only me.

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