CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO A Fear Not OvercomeI hated Awamutu’s plan because it involved the tunnels. It wasn’t just the webs drifting across my face, but the sense of constriction and airlessness. The tunnels reminded me of the desolate place Bracken took me to in my soul, the cloying nothing scratching at my very being and reminding me of the empty, vain vessel I once was. I lasted a grand total of ten ragged breaths before Awamutu tapped on the panel for Eena to open it from the bedroom. Terror drove me to my knees and a hazy fog descended over my vision. As soon as I regained control of my legs, I shot from the cramped space and planted my dusty self in the centre of the bed. I saw Awamutu shoot Eena raised eyebrow and their silent communication compounded my failure.
“I like the tunnels,” Li
