Chapter 37: The Hidden Court
One at a time, Eliah lined them up, facing the only door in the room. “You know the way, Mirra,” he said, flicking the tip of his pistol at her.
The young witch nodded tremulously and pushed through the door. Vix was second in line, followed by Caine, and last Eliah, who kept his weapon trained on Caine’s back every step of the way.
Vix stepped out after Mirra and into a cavernous space, bathed in a bluish light filtering from above. For a moment, Vix thought she was in another cave, its pockmarked ceilings thick with stalactites. But then her eyes adjusted.
What she thought were stalactites were actually fragments of iron – huge, rust-bitten needles swaying slightly in place, as though disturbed by wind. They seemed to be hanging by the barest splinters, like decayed teeth set amid rotten old gums.