He caught the quick glance Kyra and Callista exchanged, but he guessed their real concern was the second symbol which lay beside it, a skull and crossbones.
With a growing sense of trepidation, the group continued down the passageway to a white door at the end of the corridor. It was starkly different to the rest of the corridor, squeaky clean and newly painted. Nervous sweat glistened on Callista's forehead as she stopped in front of the door. Deacon seemed to sense her hesitation and stepped to her side. Placing a hand on her shoulder, he spoke quietly into her ear, his rich voice warm and comforting to Soren, even if he wasn't speaking to him.
“It's OK. Let me and Raven head in this time. You stay back with the kids and Kyra.”
“Be careful,” Deveron warned. “I can feel someone in ther
