CHAPTER FOURThe Old Drone
I let him pull the door open for me, its base grinding against fallen leaves and a small drift of snow. He pushed me through ahead of him and I shuddered at the sense of constriction which settled on my shoulders.
Exhaustion showed in the lines of Limah’s face as I cast a glance over my shoulder. Unlike the night of my escape, the corridor shone with the eerie glow of torches hanging from the rock walls. He unhooked one, winding his sleeve around the wax on the wooden stake to protect his hands. The dancing flame lit his face from below, casting a shadow above his scar and giving him a ghoulish appearance. My steps slowed and I hungered for the chill air outside. When I dug my heels in, he walked into my back with a grunt and cursed as he almost set light to my
