“Wow. That’s so . . . hopeful,” Pax answered.
“Yes, we try to always remember that hope. That is why our foremothers formed the Watch, because we have always believed we can change things for the better. And speaking of this, we should get to the meeting.” He smirked. “This way.”
He led her past the altar to a small, dark hallway leading to a dead end. But once they reached the wall, Ari didn’t turn around. Instead, he pushed against the stone. Pax’s brow furrowed. But with a click, Ari slid the wall backward, leading to a hall extending well past it.
Ari turned to her. “This passage was built when I was a child, during the rebellion,” he whispered. “It was meant to be a place for women and children to hide so they would not be captured. As far as we know, the Guadaros have never found
