Novel & Cerita Winston Maze Runner

Hazel asks her, and it lands because Josie’s eyes flash the color of an old bruise. Maxwell snaps his fingers once. The sound is small and mean and makes the hair on my arms stand up. The lights dim. Around the edges of the floor, lines scratch to life, charcoal, salt, brick dust, river silt, thin as hair, linked to iron dots sunk into old concrete. The ladder. The circle. It wakes like something with a spine. The keystone in my palm goes from warm to hot enough to sting.

Windriel walked into a narrow alley, and when I thought we ended up at a dead end, Windriel pushed a random brick, revealing a door. The door didn't lead us into a new place or new scenery; instead, it only revealed stairs down toward a place I didn't know. I gulped in my saliva as I felt nervous about what I might see. "Sis, you're aware that Winston imprisoned most of his servants when you were in a coma, right?" "Yes. Why are you bringing that up? Winston freed them and hired new employees." Windriel snorted. He then fixed the way I sat on his back before he casually stepped down the stairs.

There was a familiar tall and thin young man following behind her. When I looked closely, I realized it was Winston. He had come, too. "Zara, why did you bring him?" I shouted back at her. She glanced back and rolled her eyes helplessly. However, she kept running. "Ignore him. He's crazy." Winston didn't seem bothered. He slowed his pace, watching Zara intently like a calm hunter. I looked up at Colin and saw the reflection of myself in his clear and sparkling eyes. A pair of mischievous birds broke the silence of the sky with their joyful calls.