SAVING THE PRINCESS - 2

“Calm the fuck down,” Rhea grunted. “Layla isn’t dead. She’s in the cell, she just doesn’t want to talk to anyone at the moment. Quick, get me out of here before the guards get too much.”

“Quick, get me out of here before the guards get too much,” Xavier mimicked her. “Would I break open the gate or I’ll bend the bars or something? Where can I find the keys to this place?”

Rhea turned around and stared at the counter. “It should be somewhere around there,” she said pointing towards the counter. “That’s where the guard stays all day. Check around.”

“Then why isn’t he there now?” Xavier frowned as he made way towards the counter. He searched on top of the tables frantically, in search for the keys and when he didn’t find it, he searched inside the pockets of some clothes that were hung on a wall with nails. Finally, his hand touched something that sounded like a key and he drew it out of his pocket. They were a bunch of keys all joined together, more than forty of them and Rhea shouted