“I’ve never been afraid of the dark.” I stepped past him, but he knocked me back and took the lead. “Well if you want to walk first into that gaping asshole of doom, be my guest,” I muttered. “You are an important asset.” “One you’ve led here? To this safe little place. At the top of a terrifying staircase that beckons us toward an unknown, but likely violent, harrowing death?” “Sarcasm?” he guessed. “Well done, clever boy.”
