" Do you have a death wish?" he whispered.
I tried to lift my head. "Why do you care?" His hand pressed me back down, gentle but firm.
"I want in," he said. "On your escape plan."
"I don't trust someone who won't even share his name."
"Makarius."
A wild laugh escaped me. "No... how?" I squeezed my eyes shut, inhaling deeply. Coincidence? Or something else entirely?
I managed to sit up, facing him. "Makarius. Interesting choice. Where'd you get it?"
"Picked it up somewhere." He shrugged. "I'm nameless, really. A drifter."
"Where exactly are we?"
"The dungeons."
"Seriously? What is this, the Dark Ages?" I glanced around at the stone walls.
His laugh caught me off guard.
"You should smile more often," I blurted, then stood quickly. "Come on. Dungeons always have secret exits."
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