*Brynn*

Brynn could sense that he was coming long before she picked up his near-silent footsteps out in the tunnel. Already, she had blown out most of the candles to craft an inconspicuous, flickering darkness to suit her needs.

The stone wall of the chamber was not a sheer, smooth surface. Instead, it occasionally dipped back and swelled forward to create uneven alcoves along the perimeter. Brynn, clutching an unlit torch like a club, tucked herself into an alcove next to the ...