The Price Of Fate
Nyra almost smiled, but it faded quickly.
My father finally nodded. “Fine,” my father conceded. “But do not ring the bell unless you must. It pushes them back, but it also tells other things where sound is.” “Noted,” Spiro replied. He stepped near the entrance, not outside fully, but close enough to watch through one of the narrow slits. His blade stayed in his hand. The dark scales along his throat caught the weak light, making him look like a shadow with teeth.