Chapter Eight
The metal stairs vibrated under Nola’s feet, but the music ate the sound of her steps.
The woman with the scarlet and purple hair waited at the bottom, knife still drawn. Once all of them had descended below the street, two men appeared from the shadows and closed the door. It was thicker than Nola had realized. At least three inches of heavy metal, as thick as the doors to the outside in the atrium. But the two men lowered it back into place as if the weight were nothing and bolted the door shut.
Nola’s heart raced.
There’s no way out. I’m trapped underground.
Even if there weren’t guards, she would never be able to lift that door.
“If you please,” the sword man said, sliding his blade back into the sheath at his waist. The sword looked new, and its embossed leather sh
