Chapter 4

The silence in the cavern was thick, broken only by the drip of water somewhere in the inky blackness and the rasp of Kaelen’s breath. He ran a gloved hand over the cool, damp stone, the faint phosphorescence of the moss clinging to the walls doing little to illuminate their surroundings. Elara was a shadow beside him, her own breathing a soft counterpoint to his. He’d told her not to follow, but Elara never listened when she thought she knew better. And tonight, Elara often thought she knew better. He stopped, holding up a hand. “Did you hear that?”