81- Dark nights at Gotham

Elena POV

My heart still pounded frantically in my chest as my shaky hands fiddled with the doorknob, gasping when the lock connected and pushing into the room to slam the door shut behind my back.

My hands were colder than ice and I moved into the dark room, flicking on the candelabra and feeling only a twinge of relief when the dim yellow light flooded the room.

I tapped on the gold square of the buzzer that connected to the servant's quarters and kitchens.

“A warm glass of milk Emily, make it quick, please.” I rasped into the slits of the speaker, wringing my hands furtively as I paced back and forth across the length of the room.

I could still picture the image of the guard’s hard face in my mind.

“This castle is going to eat you alive Elena. I…fuck! I never should have let Sophie stay longer than we agreed.” He'd jeered, his big boxy teeth gritting with each word.

I had looked at him in confusion, watching his impatience rise to the surface as he glanced around the long winding h