Twenty-Five
Without answering me, Ryn walks to the table and begins looking through the pages. “Did you notice there’s an outline of a door on the wall opposite where we came in? Calla must be through there. We need to figure out how to open it.”
“She has some kind of extra power, doesn’t she?” I say, ignoring his attempt at deflection. “Why else would she be here?”
With his back to me, he says, “I’m not supposed to tell anyone. We’ve tried our best to keep it a secret.”
“I’m risking my life to help get her out of here, Ryn. The least you can do is tell me why she was taken.”
He feels along the table and lifts papers. Searching for keys, perhaps? Several pages float to the floor. I pick them up, fold them, and stuff them into one of my boots. You never know, they may contain useful in
