Chapter 54 Everly
Chapter fifty-four
Everly
Ipull the hood of my cloak up over my head as we step out of the damp, shadowed tunnel, the cool night air brushing against my face like a whisper of freedom.
Zaria stays right on my heels, her footsteps quiet but sure against the uneven ground.
The earthy scent of moss and damp stone fades, replaced by the crisp, woodsy aroma of the grove.
The tunnel led us past the castle walls and into this stand of elm trees, their branches intertwining like skeletal fingers above us, barely allowing glimpses of the starlit sky.
The faint crunch of leaves beneath our boots is the only sound at first, until the beating of wings cuts through the stillness, and through a gap in the branches, I see Raiden.
“They are a hundred yards ahead,” Zaria whispers, barely audible. Her breath fogs faintly in the cool air, and I nod, tightening the grip on my cloak.