CHAPTER SIX
EDRIC SHONE THE FLASHLIGHT on the ceiling, which wasn’t nearly high enough over his head to suit him. Since they’d entered the moldy, aromatic underbelly of the old hotel he’d been aware of a growing sense of claustrophobia he hadn’t even known he had.
“Do you think there are any bats in here?” Alastair asked with an anxious look on his face. He slid a worried, blue gaze across the low ceiling, hunching his broad shoulders in an unconscious protective stance. A spider web lay over his close-cropped red hair like a yamaka. His brothers’ response was a very unhelpful and uninformative chuckle. “I’m serious.”
“Just don’t whistle through your nose like you did last time and you’ll be all right.” Alfric clapped his brother on the back, less than sympathetic to Alastair’s bat phob
