He’d rather fall flat on his face than admit he needed a woman’s help.
She had always suspected that testosterone sucked any common sense from the male brain.
Entering the cramped chamber carved in the dirt, Amelia paused to take in her surroundings. Not an overwhelming task. There was nothing more than a pile of stones in one corner, and, across the room, an opening that revealed some roughly carved stairs.
She had, however, heard Calisto speak of his various spiderweb of tunnels, and she knew there was more here than met the eye.
“The stairs,” Stefan muttered, heading towards the opening.
“Hold on.”
His expression tightened with a weary impatience. “Amelia.”
“Calisto always keeps stashes hidden, in case of a hasty exit,” she said, moving to the loosely piled stones. Her kick held
