Chapter Twelve
This time Elsie didn't let go of Caidon's hand, not wanting him to go too far ahead of her. They paused at the other doorway, peering into the corridor before they turned towards the kitchen. There was barely enough light from the candles placed evenly along it, only some of them lit. Once in the kitchen, she reluctantly let him draw his hand away from hers and watched him rummage through cupboards in between glancing at the open trapdoor. The flickering flames in a fireplace were just bright enough for them to see by.
"Don't think about it." Caidon held out a vial to her.
She took it from him. "Think about what?"
"Going down to see your friend. We don't have time for that. You need to find a place to hide in the dream weaver's workroom. I'm sure by now he has one of his
