I made myself pull in a breath, and then another. After that, it seemed as if my racing pulse had slowed enough to allow me to descend another flight of stairs. Again, I felt that sense of negation, that this was not the place I was supposed to go. Down another flight, then another.
Persephone had said that the base had ten levels, so it wasn’t as if I could descend indefinitely. And after I went down the fifth flight, I stopped. This was it. Whatever had drawn me here, it seemed to be on this level.
Without stopping to think, I reached out and grasped the handle of the door, pulled it in toward me. And then I gasped, because what met me wasn’t utter darkness, but a corridor illuminated with what appeared to be glowing red emergency lights placed at regular intervals at the junction of t
