CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
IVAN'S STEPS SLOWED, his strides shortening as they neared the forge. This path was different from the last one they'd taken — Finn led them deep underground, along a route neither he nor Mina had been down before — but the rising temperature told him they were getting close. His shirt stuck to his back, though approaching Keagan might have contributed to the sweat that sheened his forehead. He knew people called him 'behemoth' and 'mammoth', but he didn't have Keagan's fiery temper. Or his hammer.
Finn strode more quickly along the narrow corridor, and Ivan sped up to keep with her. They turned another corner, one just like all the others. But as he squinted into the gloom ahead, something glittered, as if in defiance of the shadows. He peered at it as he passed: a sm
