Sienna kept her face toward the tunnel ahead, even as Perry’s flame lit the way from behind. She didn’t want the others to see her expression because she was terrible at hiding her thoughts and right now, they were dark indeed.
A Shadow presence watched them, she was sure of it, and she thought Zoe felt it, too. The Weaver was a wildcard and something in her magic called to Sienna’s own, like the young woman was always meant to be part of the Mapwalker team. And yet, she seemed to know so little about her gift. Sienna smiled to herself in the darkness. She had been in that position herself not so long ago. Perhaps she was still testing the bounds of her own magic.
Their footsteps echoed in the passage as it looped around, each turn making it harder to sense where they were under the eart
