Chapter 119: The Corridor
Theo…
Danielle needed Theo…
Her palms shook as she pushed herself up and looked at the door. Someone had forgotten to lock it completely.
The latch was closed halfway, hanging just a little out of place. Danielle stared at it for a long moment, afraid it was a trap, then reached out and pushed it open.
That sound was too loud. The hallway outside felt too empty.
She stepped out.
Her breath came out in short, trembling bursts. The light in the corridor flickered as if the mountain itself was breathing.
Danielle held her hands close to her chest and walked quietly, listening for anything that sounded like the only person she needed to find.
Theo…Theo…Theo….
She repeated his name like a prayer she refused to let die.
The corridor stretched long and narrow, torches burned along the walls, and each flame seemed to hiss when she walked past it.
