Wordlessly Aiden stepped after it.
Erin caught his arm. “Can we trust it? Maybe it’s part of the trap.”
Aiden frowned and shook his head. “I don’t know how to explain it, but everything about this place feels bad except for that Eagle.”
Erin glanced up at the silver trail, her face creasing. She turned back to him. “If you trust it, I trust you.”
“I do,” said Aiden. It was just like the Silver Eagle of his dreams. He was meant to follow it then and he was meant to follow it now.
Aiden moved after the Silver Eagle into the gloom of the passageway. There was no light but the silver trail glowing eerily against the stone walls. Erin walked close to him in the darkness, her shoulder brushing against his, their footsteps echoing in the shadows. The Eagle led them along the passageway, down
