Chapter Nine
Helena eyed Tyson in question as he laughed and turned into a chapel that looked like it hadn’t been used in a century.
“All these years and mother still hasn’t cleaned this place up.” He ran his fingers along a dusty altar before jumping onto the small platform to push at a door that groaned with disuse.
Helena started losing faith he’d get it open, but Tyson reached for a hidden panel. He pulled a latch, and the wood groaned as it turned on its hinges.
Bits of rock rained down as Tyson pushed it far enough for a person to slip through. He shook dark curls out of his face and turned to them with a grin. “Cool, right? I love this palace.”
Edmund patted his shoulder. “Bela will have its fair share of secrets one day as well.”
Tyson gave him an appreciative smile as if tha
