Chloe’s p.o.v.
The silence in the tunnels wasn’t just eerie, it was unnatural. I moved carefully, my fingers trailing against the damp stone as we crept forward, the dim glow of torches flickering ahead.
Dylan was at my side, his movements silent, and deadly as the deeper we went, the tighter my chest became.
‘Something is wrong.’ I said inwardly and glanced at Dylan, but he was focused, his body coiled like a predator ready to strike.
On the other hand, the tunnel curved ahead, leading toward the final passage before we reached the castle’s lower chambers.
I should have felt relief when I saw the end of the passage, but the fine hairs on my arms stood on end.
Suddenly, a sound, a little thunderous crash echoed through the tunnel as a hidden grate in the ceiling gave way, in a spl
