Chapter 11
Underground was no place for faeries. The air was stuffy and thick with an uncomfortable heat that wrapped around them like a cocoon. Though Dweegen could stand up straight in the tunnel, Oren, Kale, and Nahtaia walked with a slight slouch. Kale was directly behind the earthmover while Oren insisted on taking up the rear again. Nahtaia was caught in the middle as usual.
The one positive thing about being underground was the lack of thorns and rocks. Just smooth, cool dirt made up the ceiling, walls, and ground they walked on.
“So the lovely lady did have wings?” Dweegen asked.
“At one point,” Oren replied from the back. Nahtaia tried to ignore the sound of his voice, as she was still rather touchy about the kiss ordeal. Kale was silent most of the way, throwing an occasional
