Chapter 4Davis led Jenna to a dry fountain in the middle of the city with an ornate sculpture of a historical figure she didn’t recognize. He was mounted high up on a platform that contained a small door which Davis opened without needing a key.
“Watch your head,” he warned. “The height gets better as we go.”
Jenna was halfway down the stairs before she realized the statue at the centre acted as a pillar for the steps to spiral around. It was cold to the touch and creaked as if it was hollow.
“Where does this go? Is this structure safe?”
“Don’t worry. These people know their architecture better than anyone else I’ve come across. You can trust them.”
“Can I trust you?” Jenna bit her lips as soon as the words were out of her mouth. Davis glanced back at her from over his shoulder. He gr
