Chapter 136: Leigh
The blood from the vial tasted like nothing, like a few syrupy drops of air.
Okay, I said. Now what?
The bridge rumbled, and the dirt on its surface bounced and shook around like millions of jumping beans. Cracks zigzagged underneath our feet and ended at a large hole several yards away. Tram's roots, red like mine, stretched the hole open wider, then slithered out to wind around mine on the ground in a playful dance.
While I was distracted with watching them, Tram swept me up in his arms like he always did when we were about to tunnel underground. It didn't seem to matter how many times I told him I could walk just fine on my own without him carrying me, but this time, down here, filled me with a sense of hope that we were finally moving closer to a solution. I clung to it, and him, as tight as I could.
Now, we go up. His eyes seemed to spark a brighter blue, like they'd turned a deeper green with his shifts in mood when he was alive, then he turned to Lily. Coming, Lily?