Chapter Twenty-Three
Ristéard held Ricki’s shaking body. A low curse escaped him as he gently helped her to sit down on the uneven floor. He turned and murmured for Martin to get him some water and an energy bar.
“You are doing it again,” he complained teasingly.
Ricki laid her head back against the uneven walls. Here the walls were left in their natural state. Ricki suspected the reason was due to fewer workers being allowed in the sections closer to the vault.
She tiredly looked around the huge chamber. They had just made it through the ninth trap. A shudder ran through her as she thought of it. Rock climbing had never, ever appealed to her. While she was fine going up, it was the coming back down part that paralyzed her.
She blinked when she felt Ristéard’s warm hand brushing the l
