your fingers brush against Xaden’s through the latched in the grate. Unfortunately Varrish’s bodyguards were better than expected and you had found yourself in the sewers with no escape. By luck Xaden had come to help, but he was too late.

after trying to get the grate open you felt the overwhelming sense of doom. This wasn’t going to work. You looked up at his face through the latches, his handsome face looked so sad, scared, angry. You said his name softly.

“No.” He spat, hearing your tone. “please don’t.” He sobbed, still straining to get the grate open.