She stared at my father, so close to him now that she could reach out and touch him if she chose to. “And you think hiding in these caves will save you?” She took another slow step toward him, and he recoiled, the sound of his boots stepping back away from her echoing for us all to hear. “You will starve beneath these stones,” she murmured. “You will rot in the darkness, just like the land above you.”
