Chapter 14
TANDOR HAD no idea how long he’d been in that cell when there was a sound of footsteps, and more unusual—voices—coming down the stairs at the far end of the corridor. A light came closer. Someone holding a torch and shining it in each of the cells. Soft voices, in Chevakian. At least one man and a woman.
“This is the one,” a man said. The glow of the torch showed a guard’s uniform, but not one of the regular prison guards.
A light was directed into Tandor’s face. His eyes saw only white. He tried to scramble into a standing position, but his hands were still tied and his side was too sore from where the guard had kicked him. His pants were soggy and wet and the skin underneath felt raw.
Someone stuck a key in a creaky lock. A bolt slid back with a metallic clang. The door op
