Lorien POV

The attic ceiling barely reached half the height of a normal room, forcing anyone who entered to crouch. The first time I’d stumbled across it, the low roof had made my skin crawl, and I’d backed out within seconds, desperate for open air.

“Don’t tell me you want to follow the trail of blood,” I whispered as Riven straightened.

“We’re following the trail of blood.”

“Of course we are.” My annoyance bled through every word. “Why can’t we just run for it? If ...