Days in a dungeon

Groban POV

I watched Demetrius basically retreating from Laya like her words had scorched him somehow, I turned my head to the side of the bars to possibly catch a glimpse of Laya but I couldn’t see her. I instantly felt anxious and it was driving me to the brink of insanity not being able to hold her right now, the words that she had spoken kept going around in my head over and over again.

“Lay,” I spoke softly and tentatively as I stretched my hand around the bars toward her cell. But there was no response,

“Talk to me Lay,” I said still holding my hand stretched out for her to take. But again there was no reply, I wanted to feel her, I needed to touch what was mine.

Suddenly Jake sighed irritably as he spoke,

“I don’t think she wants to talk, maybe just give her some time,” if he could have seen the glare I was giving right now he would have known that he was treading on thin ice,

“Jake, what’s wrong with her?” I dema