6
HALEY
With smooth, graceful steps, Keradoc led me down the long corridor outside the throne room and up a narrow, winding staircase that climbed so high I grew dizzier with every step. There was no railing and no light to guide the way, only the glint of silver on his clothing a few steps ahead and the cold, damp stone surrounding us—sometimes smooth and polished, other times as rough and unrefined as the walls of a cave.
Again I thought about slicing my palm, trying to tap back into my magick. But I was running on empty, in desperate need of food and sleep, and worried about the guys. Fear and exhaustion? Perfect formula for sloppy mistakes. Keradoc would be expecting another attack, and we’d already encountered a dozen more guards, some pacing the halls, others scuttling down the st
