Chapter 11
Be careful, Jess.More from Emma, but that was what she said in every dream.
He kept his hand on Gideon’s back, relying on Gideon’s eyes that were still so much stronger than his. He strained his ears, trying to separate the sounds from above and below them. He had hoped there would be some clear sign of what they were walking into. He would be happy with some chanting.
The stone steps were narrow and well worn. It was impossible to measure just how far they had descended, though he understood on one level that it couldn’t have been very deep. They were beneath a pub, not in a church’s vault. But it felt deeper. Like they were descending into the underworld. That thought made him think of Jonah’s broken body again, and he nudged Gideon, encouraging him to move a bit faster.