Chapter 233

Celena's Perspective The dull impact seemed to have echoed from the depths of the left passage. Jacob and I locked eyes. No time for debate. We dove into the darker tunnel. Our flashlight beam carved a shaky path through the oppressive gloom, illuminating rough concrete walls and occasional damp patches on the floor. The air, perpetually cold and tinged with chemicals, now carried a fresh thread of blood and… the sharp tang of cordite. Faint, but undeniable. "God, it's black as pitch," Jacob growled low. His wolf eyes should have an edge in the dark, but here there was zero light—a pure underground labyrinth. "Hold on." He felt along the wall until his fingers found a recessed switch and clicked it. Overhead, a few widely spaced fluorescent tubes flickered and buzzed to life, casting a ghastly white pallor that pushed back some shadows but made the corridor seem endless and even more foreboding. We could see now: the tunnel stretched straight ahe