The sisters seemed oblivious to the men’s concerns. They turned as one and lifted torches from the wall, so at ease with their mention of fairies and labyrinths that Erik was only more convinced that the tale was a lie.
“This way,” Elizabeth said, resting her hand upon the hewn stone of the far wall. There was a shadow that had been hidden by the torch she had lifted away, and that shadow tilted beneath her touch. A gap appeared in the stone there, and the sisters fitted their hands into the space, forcing a portal to open there.
Vivienne glanced back at Erik, her eyes alight with determination and some other emotion that made his heart skip in a most unruly manner. He told himself that it was only natural that his body responded with such vigor to her, for she was beauteous and he knew
