Ramsey quickly turned us left through the door that led up the steps to the stage area in the Gathering Room. I shivered. The temperature felt like we might as well have been outside.
I slid off the edge of the stage like I was made from a block of ice while Ramsey flowed off of it like water and landed in a crouch, his movements naturally silent and graceful.
Ahead, the sound of the Gathering Room's heavy doors opening froze me in place. Two lanterns swung on the other side from outstretched arms. I clenched my fist and snuffed out my light, drenching us in darkness once again.
"I'll check the kitchen. You check the second pantry, and then we'll exit through the kitchen and circle around to the front doors." That was Professor Margo Woolery's voice, her boots clipping right toward u
