CHAPTER 65
The air grew thinner as they walked. The walls began to breathe, gently at first, then more insistently—expanding and contracting with moist, slow exhalations. The floor pulsed under their boots like a heartbeat.
Then the light changed.
It was a subtle change at first. The torch in their hands flickered slightly as they moved. Shadows lengthened where they shouldn’t have. Raven gripped Theos' wrist tighter.
Then the hallway opened suddenly into a chamber filled with mirrors.
Cayla’s breath caught.
But these weren’t like the mirrors before.
They were living.
Each mirror showed the reflection of the group moving and holding on to each other. However, something was wrong. There were subtle changes in the appearances and there were some grotesque ones.
In one reflection, Ca
