I grimaced. “I suppose you won’t let me walk awhile?”
“We’ve been workin’ underground all day, and you want to walk?”
“Yes,” I said unequivocally. I was pulsing with energy.
“Good god, woman,” he said. “Fine, let’s take a walk.”
“You could always leave me to it.”
“Not a fuckin’ chance.”
Patrick turned to bolt the door before we left, hiding the locks from view for a moment.
I tilted my head, a thought occurring to me. “How many tunnel entrances are there?”
Patrick wiped his hands on a kerchief he pulled from his trouser pocket. “A few.”
I frowned. As many tunnels as secrets, then. “Will I get to see the others?”
“And why would you need to see them?”
Together, we stepped out into the square.
I rolled my eyes. “You’re a paranoid man, Patrick. I don’t intend to run away.”
He nodd
