Chapter 15

Elara's eyes snapped open against the dim, flickering light of the resting room. The stone floor of the Stonebrook Labyrinth was unforgiving, and her back let out a series of sharp pops as she sat up. She had only managed a few hours of sleep, but the grogginess cleared with a sharp, practiced efficiency. She looked over at Asher, who sat motionless near the entrance, his hand resting on the neck of his lute. She stood, stretching her arms above her head, and gestured toward the bedroll she...