Chapter 19
A rumbling c***k shook the room again. Chunks of ceiling tumbled down, and the long table tipped into the ever-growing pit.
“Miss Trent.” Bertrand had reached the wide c***k that had swallowed Serber. “We must go!”
Maggie sprinted toward Bertrand, her mind barely having time to marvel as Nilla tossed her staff over the chasm. The pole widened, forming a glowing footbridge that reached up onto the stairs.
Nilla ran up the pole and out of sight.
“Go.” Bertrand looked behind Maggie.
Toes at the bridge, she glanced back. Swirls of shadows dragged the table into the pit.
Diven stood frozen, his back plastered to the wall between two cells.
“Diven, come on,” Maggie shouted.
Diven stared wide-eyed as stones flew up from below, cracking through the shimmering façade of the room
