Happy New Year! Welcome to another #sixsunday post. Thanks to all who stop by and comment. This week I'm continuing with my sfr Keir, with our hero beaten and bruised, and locked in a cell. But he's not alone for long ...
The iron door of the cell clanged open, shattering the silence. A sickening jolt of fear punched into his chest.
“Get your hands off me!”
The voice, unmistakably female and strangely accented, carried clearly through the small space. Keir started. It was the first voice he had heard in uncounted nights and he longed to move out of his shadowed niche for a clearer view of the door.
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