The Crown of Gilded Bones (Blood and..

morning—”
“Is that what you two were doing?” Kieran asked.
“Yes,” I snapped, cheeks flushing because that wasn’t
all we’d been doing. “Anyway, if anyone sees a hint of mist,
back away and let me go first.”
“I didn’t exactly agree to this,” Casteel muttered.
“Yes. You did. The mist cleared for me in the Skotos
Mountains. I would think it would do the same thing here,” I
said. “That way, none of you will walk into it and suffocate
to death.”
“Yeah, I want to avoid that,” Emil said.
“And if we encounter anything, I should probably hold
off on using the eather,” I said, remembering what Kieran
had said about the gods being able to sense when eather is
used. “I don’t know what it will do in Iliseeum, if it will be
any different or if the gods can sense it. I’m not sure that’s
how we want to wake Nyktos.”
“How are we going to wake him?” Delano asked.
“Well,” I glanced at Casteel, “we thought we’d cross that
bridge when we came to it.”
Vonetta lifted her brows. A moment passed. “That
sounds like a wonderfully detailed plan.”
Casteel smirked. “Aren’t you glad you signed up?”
“Totally,” Vonetta replied, sounding so much like her
brother.
“Ready?” Casteel asked, his eyes meeting mine.
I wasn’t exactly sure, but there was no point in delaying
this, so I nodded, and we followed Casteel into the
nothingness.
Time was a strange thing in the tunnels. With no light
but that of the torches, we only knew hours had passed