Every one of my steps plucked at my nerves relentlessly, but I had no idea if I was headed in the right direction toward the door. The radius I could see through all looked the same, and I had the sudden terrifying thought of wandering the gym all night looking for the exit.
Because my light was shrinking. The dying flame brought the darkness closer and choked it down my throat. I suddenly couldn't breathe and had to stop, readjust my grip on Seph, and center myself enough to focus. Focus on getting us out.
I started up again, seeming to move even slower than I had been. My muscles ached with the effort to drag Seph along, and my boots kept catching on the hem of my cloak, which dragged on the ground from the extra weight.
Seph jerked.
Or something jerked her.
My grip slipped, but
