Okay.
Not what I was looking for.
I kept moving, my heart beating so loud I might as well have been shouting that I was coming.
Another door.
No sound.
Another and another until I made it to the very end.
Here, there were double doors.
The heavy wood extended the entire expanse and reached up to touch the ceiling.
Massive and foreboding.
That emblem was carved right in the middle.
The crows on the gravestone and the one celebrating on the grave.
Crimson Crows arched over the top of the scene, the words stretched across both doors.
My chest tightened to the point of pain, and the fear that crawled up my spine nearly had me retreating.
But the low tenor that barely seeped through the wood had me creeping all the way forward.
I pressed my ear to it. Frustration bubbled up when I was barely able to make out what was being said.
“You think he’s getting ready to betray us? Set us up?”
Half the words were garbled, so I wasn’t sure I was getting the full extent of the conversation.
A frown slashed into my brow.
Rocks in my throat, I pressed my ear closer, desperate to hear the exchange.
An unintelligible mumble then a, “…sure.”
A different voice. “…already dead.”
What?
What were they saying?
Dereck?
Is that who they were talking about?
Alarm clamored through my senses, and I might as well have become one with the wood with the way I was trying toget through it when there was the intonation of a voice that I couldn’t make out at all.
Crap.
Crap. Crap. Crap.
“…the girl?”
“…kill…handle it.”
