Hidden

I stretched my fingers, touching the end closest to the fireplace with my fingertips. “Anything?” I switched positions, allowing my hand to glide in another centimeter. “No, just rubble.” Right then, I felt something different. I had to search my brain to place the feeling of the object.

Felt.

“It’s felt.” Cian frowned. “Nobody stuff felt in a hidden hole; there has to be something more.” His logic was undisputable, so I grasped the fabric between my index and middle finger as hard as possible. When it seemed like I had a good grip, I pulled it gently; I could feel it loosen. I could also feel there was more than just felt. “There’s something heavy inside the felt.”