screaming. Slowly, I sunk to the ground.
So this was it. Levent was done with me. I was left with nothing. My lungs began to ache for want of air, but it helped to cover up the other, more uncomfortable searing in my chest.
My eyes began to sting with fresh tears. As they gathered and spilled, I found myself growing more upset. His words confused me. Not his last words – those I was sure about – but nearly all that had come before had been cryptic. Something more was happening here.
I sniffed, looking at the book he left on the chair. What on earth could I get out of a book on a betraying god except for a new and painful perspective on my own situation?
Leaning through the bars, I picked up the book up by its leathery spine and pulled it to my side. I stared at it for a moment before I realized I was holding my breath again. Letting out a heavy sigh, I felt rage bubble up my throat. My lip curled back over my teeth before I yelled something incoherent and pitched the book at the wall. It fell to the ground with a thump as its pages bended beneath it.
I stood there breathing heavily for a second before I felt bad for the book. It was not its fault this was happening to me. I picked it up by its upturned spine and I heard something small and metallic hitting the floor. I looked down. A small silver key sat on the stone floor, dislodged from its hiding place between the books pages. I put the book down and snatched up the key.
“'You might need something to read',” I repeated Levent's words quietly as I stared at the tiny object in disbelief. I gave a hollow chuckle. “That moron.”
I looked to the bars, spotting the lock that held the gate shut. A new, exciting feeling was running through my veins. “'The guards will be busy',” I recalled aloud.
Curling my arms around the gate, I wrestled the small key into the lock with some difficulty. The strange angle made my hands cramp as I turned the key, but as soon as my ears picked up the small click of the gate unlocking I did not care.
Quiet as I could, I slid the gate open just enough for me to slide through. Stalking over to the thick wooden door, I pressed my ear to it. I could hear nothing on the other side. Tentatively, I pulled on the handle. My heart leapt for a moment as the door shifted, but the latch quickly caught and held it shut.
I frowned. It was all well and good to give me a key and the timing to break