I ran my fingers throughout them. The runes have been outdated and disintegrating, nearly fully eroded and flush with the mountain wall. Except for the primary one, they have been nearly invisible until you knew what you have been taking a look at.

And I did know.

I used to be taking a look at a set of runes that marked the opening to the tunnels.

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Ladon

When Emilie didn’t return to our room the primary night time, I panicked. When she didn’t return for every week after which one other, I went mad.

I tore our room aside, throwing that rattling bucket in opposition to each wall. Ripping the pillows and skinny blanket to shreds. I lifted the mattress and tossed it throughout the room. I punched the door till my knuckles bled.

And none of it helped.

She haunted my each thought. The place had they taken her? She’d been so damaged once I’d been dragged out of Reyna’s room. However I used to be sure she was alive. I had no proof, however I felt it in my soul.

One morning, on the best way to start my chores for the day, I managed to trick Luther into admitting that Emilie was nonetheless alive and being held in an remoted cell. He didn’t understand that I didn’t have any particulars on her whereabouts, however he confessed that he had been tasked with not solely bringing me meals, but in addition bringing them to her. An additional responsibility that he was not comfortable about.

I smiled at his displeasure.

My evenings with Reyna alternated between boring and dreadful. I assessed her temper every night time, questioning if I ought to play the obedient slave or press her for info concerning Emilie. The very last thing I wished to do was trigger extra hurt by upsetting Reyna. I tiptoed rigorously the place she was involved. Maybe if I performed my half nicely sufficient, she’d return Emilie to me.

Uncertain, however I needed to strive.

I had simply returned to my room one night time and was standing within the bathe once I thought I felt the bottom rumble. I paused and frowned on the flooring, water working between my naked toes and down the silver drain. After ready for a number of minutes, I assumed it was my creativeness. Possibly I hadn’t eaten sufficient that day and was hallucinating.

I continued to clean my pores and skin, making an attempt to take away all traces of Reyna’s fingers on me. The water and cleaning soap have been by no means sufficient to fully erase her, nevertheless it was all I may do.

The bottom shook once more and this time, I reached for the wall to carry myself regular. I had not imagined that. Shortly rinsing my hair, I jumped from the bathe and dressed.

A loud increase accompanied the subsequent ground-rattling occasion, and I seemed across the room helplessly. Quakes weren’t frequent in Osavian however I’d discovered sufficient about them in books. They have been frequent within the mountain ranges however I couldn’t recall ever studying about that loud noise that stored repeating.

Increase. Increase.

Two extra explosive sounds.

“What the hell?” I whispered for nobody to listen to.

The subsequent tremor had me stumbling for the wall. The mountain shook so ferociously; tiny rocks fell from the ceiling. I shielded my head with my arms and looked for some place to take cowl. There was nothing. Our little room was naked of anywhere to cover.

These booms grew louder and extra frequent and I ran towards the door, pounding my fists for somebody’s consideration.

“Assist!” I roared. “Get me out of right here!”

Unsurprisingly, my plea for help went unanswered. I listened for the sound of footsteps working down the corridor. Or the sound of frantic chatter. Any signal of life past my door. Nevertheless it was silent other than the rumbling rock.

Extra rocks tumbled from above my head, crashing to the ground and masking the mattress in mud.

Working my fingers via my hair, I went into problem-solving mode. If I didn’t do one thing, there was probability I is perhaps buried alive on this room. There was nowhere to take cowl. Nobody was coming to rescue me.

The door was thick, strong wooden. It was unlikely I’d have the ability to drive it open, however I needed to strive one thing. I slammed my shoulder into the door, testing its energy. Then I backed up and shook out my limbs.

This would possibly’ve been one of many stupidest concepts I’d ever had, however I used to be determined.

I took a deep breath and, simply as I used to be about to blast via the door, it swung open. It took a second to comprehend what I used to be taking a look at. The harpy appeared earlier than me, barely alarmed at my combating stance.

She blinked at me a couple of occasions. Then she waved at me as if to say, comply with me.

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