Malo stared at his so-called savior from head to toe. Just like him, she was shackled. The heavy iron bands were clamped tight around her wrists, the rusty links rattling against each other as she tried to shift her position on the damp floor.
"How are you here?" Malo said. His voice was completely cracked, his throat dry from days of breathing in the dust of the cellar.
"I have come to rescue you dear friend. We promised to walk to school together, but you did not come to our spot. So I went to your house and told Mrs. Griffin to take me to you. Then she brought me here, and I still did not see you. Your new friends said you were here, so I caused a little trouble, and that is how I am here." Faye narrated her adventure to Malo. She spoke quickly, her eyes bright in the darkness, entirely unbothered by the heavy chains pinning her to the wall.
The boy kept looking at her. He blinked away the grime from his eyelashes, his heart giving a sudden, lighter thump against his ribs.
