Page 53 of Lunar Diamonds
He looked at me. “We should go find help. Didn’t Aaron mention the doors were hidden?”
“He did. I think.”
But where? Here? Deeper? I hopped from foot to foot, considering my options, feeling as useful as an electric toothbrush in the ocean.
No, no. The Moon, not useless. “I’ll take a look around.”
Isaac nodded, firing up his power again. “I’ll try this on Aaron again.”
Was it some kind of healing or spell-breaking ability?
“We can do this,” he added.
Those words carried so much weight. I wasn’t sure why, but they lit a fire under my backside, driving up my adrenaline and sharpening my focus.
I am The Moon.
The vibrations in my bones responded in agreement. There was strength inside of me, and a load of potential. I might not be at full capacity, but a lunar flame burned inside of me already and wielded the power of illusion.
I can do this.
Okay, if I were a hidden door, where might I be?
I examined the walls, looking for any hints of a door, like a join or a special knob. I spotted nothing, so got to feeling things out and running my hands across the stone, moving deeper into the network of corridors. Checking every inch, alert to every sound, my adrenaline keeping the panic attacks at bay.
Particles of dust sprinkled from the ceiling as footsteps stomped overhead. Voices called out, muffled by the stone. If they found me, I’d be ready to unleash an illusion on their arses.
I can do this.
Up ahead, at another T-junction, I spotted an anomaly in the wall. Those were definitely cracks in the shape of a door. If I hadn’t been looking for them, I’d have easily missed it.
But where was the handle?
Chewing the merry hell out of my bottom lip, I felt for it, my fingers finding it on the left side, halfway down.
I waited, listening for any movement beyond it.
Nothing.
Gingerly, I pressed it down. The door opened with a soft click, revealing a large kitchen of steel-and-white décor. A huge panoramic window stretched behind a long marble countertop and sink, everything immaculate. The bright overhead lights reflected in the window, hiding any signs of life outside.
My flat would fit into this space a few times over.
Two shadow witches with magic in their hands appeared from the other side of the kitchen, taking a pause by the window.They craned their masked heads in my direction but didn’t appear to see me.
“Where are they?” one of them said.
Yeah. Definitely hadn’t clocked me.
Okay. Maybe this wasn’t the right hidden door. I slowly began to close it when the shouting began.
“Freeze! Just fucking freeze!” a woman bellowed.
Crap!
I jumped back, my spine colliding with the wall behind me. I slapped a hand over my mouth to swallow the yelp, the door staying open a crack.
The wall didn’t hurt my vertebrae like it should.
