Solstace peered through the dimness, the light casting long shadows as it seeped through cracked windows, playing tricks on his eyes. “This place is abandoned. It’s a waste of time. We should go back and cut our losses.” he murmured.
“No turning back now,” Crimson replied, her voice cocky. She took a deep breath.
Suddenly, a creak groaned from the second floor, slicing through the silence like a cold whisper. The sound raised the hairs on the back of their neck.
Crimson’s hand shot out to grab Solstace’s arm. “We’re not alone.”
She locked eyes with him, her expression intense. In the shifting light, her hair seemed to dance with multicolored hues.
“Did you hear that?” she whispered.
She scolded herself silently, a tangle of nerves. Since when did I become this jumpy? She took in a d
