Riley’s POV

“Breathe,” I remind myself between murmurs, in the middle of the darkness.

“Are you sure about this?” Boris asks next to me. He looks grimly at the wall in front of us.

I nod.

“As sure as I can be. Now, help me up there.”

Boris grimaces with his lips, but he crouches down and clasps his hands together at my feet. I put my left foot over his hands and he gives me a lift that lets me reach high enough for me to grab hold of the vine that ...