Rolling my eyes in irritation, I rush off into the darkness after him but don’t get very far within before coming to a surprising halt.
Tilting my head, I wonder why the warlock is simply hiding behind a wall and peeking his head out slightly to see who’s the little boy whimpering further down the curve to the left.
Tiptoeing behind his back, I lean sideways to see what he’s staring at but can’t seem to see anything beyond darkness and a dead end. For a slight second, I could have sworn I saw a small shadow of movement down the narrow passage but put it up to my imagination.
I tap his shoulder and was about to ask what he’s doing when all of a sudden, he grabs me and wraps his arms around me. Pressing my back to his chest and placing a large hand over my lips.
Getting over my shock
