Chapter 25: Petty Fight

Florence

The guard next to me snarled, "Where are you staring at?" and grabbed my arm, forcing me to gaze straight ahead.

I rolled my eyes and kept walking down the long series of stairs. Bright lamps adorned the stone wall. My planning and thought processes were active as I moved. I was much more aware of my surroundings, able to hear the breathing of the guards standing next to and behind me, their footsteps, and the sound of keys clinking.

After taking the final step, we immediately started down the corridor. As we walked onto the other corridor, I cracked my fingers, choosing to carry out my last-minute scheme. Suddenly, I was startled by the sound of racing footsteps approaching us from behind. I came to a complete halt and turned around to face the darkened passageway.

A burly guard arrived a little while later and appeared distraught, saying, "Hey."

All of the guards surrounding me halted in their stride and turned to see the newcomer.

The guard on my left scoffed, "Why do