Your enemy is expecting you to fall apart, she might have said. This is the moment he’s not paying attention to you. This is an opportunity, if you pull yourself together.
I needed to keep looking around, even if it meant running into more of the Hercules’ diabolical plots. Especially, I needed to know what was beyond the room with the blood. If it led to another exit, that was important.
Oh, I did not want to go back in there. Damn it. Why did doing that have to make so much sense?
I steeled myself, taking a shaky breath, and moved. All the while, a tiny voice in the back of my head screeched at me to turn back, demanded to know why I was doing this to myself. I forced myself to pull back the curtain and step into the b****y room at the same time, avoiding a puddle of red at my feet.
