“Are we there yet?”
Nora had been thinking of the exact same thing, but she didn’t give herself permission to voice it out. They’d been walking for what felt like hours, down a staircase that spiraled into oblivion, and she had no intention of admitting that she was as frightened as hell. Not when she was the outsider in the group and the weakest link in the chain.
“I don’t recall you being claustrophobic, Eli,” Luella said, but good-naturedly.
Eli huffed in indignation. “I’m not. But I’m sweating like a pig, and all this sweat is ruining my makeup. I need a retouch, pronto.”
Luella laughed, and she seemed genuinely amused because it was loud and contagious. Loud enough to echo through the cavern, contagious enough to make even Jonas smile.
Jonas caught Nora looking at him, and turned his head to meet her gaze. She realized a…
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