Page 41 of Ancient Magic

They’d barely hit the roughly carved stone floor when the van peeled away and a heavy door slammed shut.

“Welcome to the Resistance Stronghold,” a voice called out as the van disappeared into the thick darkness that surrounded the cell.

“Idiot,” he muttered, walking along the edge of the bars to detect any hidden guards.

The cell was large enough to fit a dozen prisoners and placed in the center of the barren cave that stretched deep into the mountain. There were piles of rubble on the floor that revealed the holes for the silver bars were a recent addition. As if the cell had been hastily constructed within the past few weeks.

Interesting.

He returned his attention to his companion, who was standing in the middle of the prison, attempting to look as if she wasn’t terrified.

“I have one more question,” he said.

“What?”

“How did the demons get past the security in the elevators?”

“They had a keycard.”

“Yours?”

“No.” She looked confused by his question. “Peri told me that the lower floors were off-limits. Even to her.”

It was the answer Micha was expecting, but he still felt a chill creep down his spine.

“Then who gave them access?”

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