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“The dungeons must be at the far end,” Flynn whispered, speaking purely from instinct. He understood castles and how they had been built quite well, and since he had visited the Gallagher castle before, it was easier for him to make such guesses.
They soundlessly made their way towards the far end of the basement, making sure that they remained in the shadows in order to stay hidden from any men that might be lurking around the place. While the silence of the place made it appear that not a soul was there, they still could not be too careful. Being caught was completely out of the question, especially before Aiden and Astrid were beside them.
Flynn’s gaze landed on the large metal gates which were tainted with rust but locked shut. They made their way towards the gate, then Billy asked Flynn to step back as he pulled out his sword.
Flynn watched as Billy quickly and cleanly struck hard at the large lock, breaking it open in one go, and then opened the doors as soundlessly as he possibly could. The two of them crept inside and noticed the dungeons were entirely empty.
“Could they be here?” Flynn whispered.
Billy nodded. “There is nay other place where they could be. It is here or nowhere,” he whispered back.
The place was just as Flynn had thought, extremely old and frail with decay. Mold was growing on the walls, and it felt as if no human had even entered it in ages. Despite that, Flynn was almost certain that this was exactly where Aiden had spent the last ten years of his life and Astrid the past few hours. The mere knowledge boiled his blood as they continued to walk further down the darkened hallways, trying to look for the two prisoners.
Flynn could not believe Myles’s arrogance about the matter. The fact that he had no men surveying the place and no guards around was enough indication that the man was certain no one could ever break inside. Flynn wished for nothing more but to crush Myles’s skull with his bare hands and watch his expressions change while at it.
“Flynn.” Billy’s whisper brought him back to the present, and he shook off all thoughts of revenge coursing through him.
Flynn turned to look at where Billy was pointing, and his gaze landed on a small gate that opened into another room.
Flynn climbed through the gate, Billy following after him, and he noticed another set of prison cells lining the walls. Although, this time, Flynn was certain he could hear some voices from somewhere towards the end. Both he and Billy looked at one another before rushing through the long hallway to reach the end, and just as he had expected, two heads with blonde hair turned to look at them from inside a cell.
“Flynn!” Astrid exclaimed, standing up and walking towards the bars between them as he motioned for her to be silent.
She understood and remained quiet but extended her hand towards him, and he held them unhesitatingly. His gaze travelled to the tall man beside her, who could be no one else but Aiden Wright. He was the spitting image of Astrid, just far more masculine, and he looked far different than Flynn had expected him to look.
The tall man was dressed simply but built well, and his long hair was tied in a ponytail behind him. Looking at him, no one would be able to tell that he had been imprisoned for the past ten years of his life, but his emotionless eyes were a clear indication of his captivity.
Flynn turned towards Billy, who already had his sword out.
As he stepped back, Billy broke through the lock effortlessly and opened the gates of the cell. Astrid jumped into Flynn’s arms the moment she stepped out, and he quickly looked her over from head to toe to make sure she was not hurt.
“Are ye all right?” he asked, and she nodded immediately.
“I am just fine. I knew ye would come. I cannae explain to ye how relieved I am to see ye,” she whispered, and Flynn smiled at the woman he loved.
The tear streaks on her face angered him, but he knew that she was safe now and with him, and nothing could harm her anymore.
“Ye must be Aiden,” Flynn said, turning towards the man standing beside Astrid.
Aiden gazed at Flynn suspiciously, and Flynn realized that he must be scowling at him, since Astrid was attached to him in a way that seemed as if they were inseparable.
“I am,” Aiden replied, his voice low. “Astrid did say ye would come to save us. I think I should have believed her.”
“Ye didnae believe me already?” Astrid cocked an eyebrow at her brother.
“I have lost my ability to believe and trust in the last ten years, Sister. It will take me some time.” Aiden smiled ruefully at her.
“We must leave immediately before someone sees or hears us,” Billy chimed in, and Flynn nodded.
They all made their way outside the metal gate of the dungeon and began to rush towards the tunnels at the end when they suddenly heard footsteps behind them. All four of them looked at one another and stopped breathing, wondering who could have come.
Flynn motioned for Astrid to crawl through the tunnel, and she went ahead as he turned around and noticed a guard staring at them, surprise and horror in his eyes. This was the last thing he must have been expecting when he came here, and Flynn could not blame the man for being terrified. If he was the one who was supposed to look after Aiden and Astrid, Myles would kill him the moment he found out they had escaped.
“Aiden, go,” Flynn hissed as he effortlessly made his way towards the guard.
“Help, down there!” the guard shouted as loud as he could. “Prisoners escaping!”
Flynn knew there was no way the middle-aged man could have gone unheard, but he did not care. Aiden and Astrid would be out of there before the alarm would be raised, and once they were out, the MacKie and O’Donnely armies would attack the Gallagher castle.
