The underground rooms of the Guild were made of black stone. The walls were lined with old objects that seemed to have a silent, strange power. The air smelled of old paper and something cold, like dried blood.
Celeste walked in front, her steps making no sound on the floor. I followed, my wrists free, but I wasn't really free. I wasn't a prisoner, but I wasn't a guest either.
"You don't seem like the type to give tours," I said, looking at the dimly lit room. The shelves held odd things. Some glowed with a weird light, others felt dark and creepy.
Celeste glanced at me over her shoulder, her silver-blue eyes full of amusement. "Consider it a lesson."
I gave a short laugh. "Is that what we're calling this?"
She didn't answer. Instead, she stopped in front of a long table in the middle
