52. Veiled Passageway

(Salvatore’s POV)

With everything now calm, it is time for us to go back into the tunnels to finish what we started. The dampness of the underground walls seeps into my bones as we make our way through the dark tunnel. My flashlight flickers across ancient walls as I scan from left to right, looking for anyone that could be hiding within the depths of the hidden passageway. The air is thick with dust, making it difficult to breathe even for someone like me.

“Salvatore, do you think we’re going to find the artifact?” Quinn asks, her voice echoes loudly in the confined space. I glance over at her, noticing how the dim light reflects in her piercing blue eyes. She remains fierce, even in the face of danger.

“It’s difficult to say one way or the other,” I admit. “But I think we might be on the right track.”

Suddenly, Quinn trips over an uneven stone, stumbling forward. She is so clumsy I have lost count of the number of times it has got the better of her in the short time we have known ea