Elliott’s voice echoed off the dark, damp walls of the tunnels, and Darcy tried to run faster, but the shadows tricked her, played with her, and all the creatures watched, enjoying her panic as she raced past them, searching for a place to hide. She fell out into the last chamber, and she couldn’t see Elliott, couldn’t hear Elliott behind her anymore, and I’m very good at hiding, he had said, good at hiding.…
