Our moment was bittersweet. Ferron had a glow about his smile. But it was a pained smile. I knew he understood that our confessions made little difference to what lies ahead. We had been walking for hours before we stopped. The cavern seemed neverending. Even if it did end eventually, we still have to find Erik. And as much as I hated to consider it, he may still be back where we started.
Ferron doesn’t attempt a kiss or anything of the sort. Instead, he sits next to me against the stone wall. He must be very worn out. Physically and emotionally. Our torch was beginning to dim. It wouldn’t be long now before the darkness takes over.
Ferron’s hand rests on the cold floor next to mine. I rest mine on top of his. His head tilts to me.
“How is your leg?”
“It hurts. But not as
