A small alcove in the foundations of the tunnel nestles behind Clara, he places a hand over her mouth and shuffles so her back presses on the bare stone. A confused, scared look stares a Rohan. He presses his body up to a bewildered Clara. He whispers as gently as he can to her ear. “There’s someone else down here, we can’t get caught” The scared look withers away from Clara’s eyes, for a moment, she thought she’d stupidly fallen into a trap Rohan had set up all along. Guilt wrenching her insides once again. He was trying to protect her, not hurt her. Although the scent light she picks it up, even faint, it’s the same scent from earlier. She muffles under his hand. Rohan can’t help but smirk, trying not to laugh. He moves his hand slowly.
“I think they’ve been following us this whole time
