Chapter Eleven
The Chosen One
When they reached the top of the stairs, Paige instantly noticed the lack of people. The drumbeat continued to roll, but the lodge seemed like an empty shell. Leo didn’t pause in his stride, so Paige was forced to keep up, her short legs unable to match Leo’s long steps. The drumbeat got louder, but no less frequent, as Leo led Paige past the central atrium, her old suite, and then to another familiar archway. Leo paused briefly; his hand tightened around Paige’s arm. He took a deep breath like he were about to plunge into water and thrust Paige through the archway.
Paige halted. Although the rest of the lodge was empty, it was still well lit. Not here though. The only illumination came from a single spotlight pointed straight down to the middle of
