Running Away with Alpha's Baby Bump
The stench that rose up was thick with mold and dust, but it was darkness, at least, darkness we could use.
“Go,” he ordered.
Darius dropped first, vanishing into the shadows below. I followed, lowering myself carefully until my boots found the cold stone floor. The air was damp, stale, but bearable. Kael came last, dragging the broken hatch closed behind him just as the first shouts sounded above.
Torches flickered through the cracks in the floorboards. Shadows danced. The Council’s men had arrived.
The cellar stretched into a tunnel, narrow and crooked. Old barrels lined the walls, some split open to reveal long-dried stores of grain. Water dripped from somewhere unseen.