CHAPTER TWENTY
I gaped at the overflowing mug as Will set the jar at his side. “What was that noise?” I asked him as he picked up the mug.
He reached into the mug and moved his fingers around for a moment before he drew out his dripping digits. Two of his fingers clasped something that resembled a stone key. “The side.”
I leaned forward and squinted. “What is it?”
“The access we need into the city,” he told me as he leaned toward me and held the key close between our faces. “This is the entrance into the passages below the city.”
I blinked at him. “You might it opens the door on the other side of the old bridge?”
He shook his head. “Not quite. It opens a door on an old bridge, but one that isn’t there any longer. The eagle and I destroyed many of them on our way down, as you
