Chapter Forty-Five
“It should be right here,” I muttered to myself.
I ran my fingers along the cool, slimy stone of the wall that blocked the way to the east. I could hear the clash of Namir’s dagger against one of the cutthroats’ weapons behind me. I winced as I heard a sharp cry, followed by a splash, but I didn’t dare turn around to look. I trusted Tahlia to let me know if Namir had fallen.
She stood beside me, holding the crackling torch aloft while she kept a lookout. The flames of the torch danced across the uneven surface of the stone wall, creating writhing shadows that made my task more difficult. I closed my eyes to focus on my callused fingertips. The sounds of the nearby battle instantly seemed to become louder. The sewer’s putrid stench increased its intensity, searing the
