CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
That bit of information made me want to bolt again. Will grasped my hand and gave me an encouraging smile before he led me to the entrance. The darkness dove down a set of stone stairs as rough as the church walls. A handrail of dubious age and support ran along the right-hand side of the wall and down into the dark depths.
A strange wind blew up from the catacombs and wafted over us. The air it brought with it smelled of dust and decay. I swallowed the lump in my throat and looked up at Will. He looked more grim than usual.
“Stay close,” he whispered so our priestly ‘friend’ couldn’t overhear him.
Will went down first and I reluctantly followed. It was either that or stay with the priest, and I would have much rather risked the catacombs than remain with th
