The cold, wet stone of the hidden passage scraped against my skin. I was unconcerned. Now, the only thing that mattered was gaining freedom.

I had gotten out of my prison cell by using the old servant tunnels.

Rhys was conscious.

The magical darkness he had imposed was palpable.

It was quiet, dense, and heavy.

In the west wing, I came to a halt in a little area behind a pillar. I put my ear up against the wall. I heard motions.

Steps. A lot of them.

Not only was Rhys searching for ...