Chapter Forty-Six
I thought I would never stop coughing. My lungs and throat seemed full of dust and debris. I spat out a mouthful of foul-tasting grit. Even though I knew I must be making an awful racket, I could barely hear it. My ears were still ringing from the cave in.
The stone floor beneath me was cool and coated with mildew, but relatively dry compared to the walkways of the sewer. I blinked in the guttering torchlight, trying to take stock.
“Are you all right?” I heard Tahlia ask. I saw her mouthing the words in an effort to exaggerate them, as if it weren’t the first time she had asked. Her brown eyes were wide with concern.
I shook my head in an effort to clear it. “I think so…”
I bent my knees and pulled my legs toward me. Somehow, they had avoided being crushed by the sev
