Page 8 of The Dragon Sacrifice

“No, no, no,” she murmured, feeling around the stone, then along the wall and to the floor. “There has to be a way out.”

But with no light whatsoever, finding it would be nearly impossible.

Standing up, she pressed her hands to the stone once again. “Hey, don’t leave me in here! Please!”

No answer from the other side.

“Bishop, get me out of here!”

Nothing.

Seela cursed. She screamed. She cried for help. Her words echoed around her, a mockery of calls that let her know this cavern stretched far on all sides. But how could she search it? Despair fell on her as she whirled toward the vast black emptiness.

She couldn’t see a thing. Panting harshly, she tried to listen instead.

Something scuttled in the dark. Movement over loose stones.

Seela whirled toward the sound. “Hello?”

Another sound. To her right. Weight crunching over gravel. Her brain produced images of monsters. She backed up against the bolder, shaking.

“Who’s there?” she whispered through trembling lips.

A rasping, gravelly voice spoke. “Another sssacrifice. How excccellent.”

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