They hop from rock to rock, finally ducking down between the cracks of the cave, slipping into blackness, and with a deep breath, I follow, my boots grazing the side of the rock, making me wince against my human mistake. But we all make mistakes. It’s how we fix them that makes us who we are.
When I reach the bottom, there’s only one way to go. I lie flat on my stomach and slink into the narrow cave, my feet clumsy and graceless. A fire burns from the middle of the cave, but no one surrounds it.
I circle around it, wondering where they disappeared to.
“I thought you were looking for me.” The touch of his breath brushing against my ear makes my stomach twist with nervousness.
“I didn’t have a choice,” I turn to face him. “You’re the only one I know who can help fix it all now.”
Sylas’ black eyes smolder in the light of the fire and he holds out his hand. “Then let me help you fix it.”
Hesitantly, I take his hand and he entwines our fingers, locking us together. “You better not hurt me,” I warn.
“I won’t.” He smiles, giving my hand a squeeze. “You can trust me Kayla.”
All I can do is hope he isn’t lying, because with him, I just can’t tell.