15. Across the WallAiden ducked under the thick bushes and through the rubble of the ruined entranceway. He squinted in the sudden darkness, but the spiralling steps of the abandoned tower were familiar to him. He ran his hand along the wall as he climbed, the grit of the stone rough under his fingers. Branwyn clambered in after him, scowling as she tugged on a twig that had become entwined in her hair.
“So are you going to tell me what we’re doing here?” said Branwyn, stepping up behind him.
Aiden smiled. “I said I’d show you. We’re almost there.”
Branwyn raised her eyebrows. “You do remember we used to play in here all the time when we were younger. I have seen it all before.”
“It’s not the tower I want to show you.”
They continued up, spiralling past the dusty light beams that shon
