Suddenly, before her loomed a man, blocking her way with his broad, powerful bulk. Her eyes were drawn to his eyes, glinting in a fleshy face that looked shockingly soft, even in the darkness. His hands reached out, and Jaime felt herself being lifted into the air. Far into the space above, and then falling, falling. Down past the portly giant, down into the darkness, falling and then landing. A stairwell and the damp, heavy smell of death.
She could feel Edward coming. There was nowhere but down. Around and around the dark steps she flew, more like falling than running. But downward, ever downward.
His curses swirled about her head like burning wind. Edward was still right behind her.
But there. Again she could hear them. The sound of voices. So close!
