Everything felt too easy. She couldn't tell why she felt it was easy but it felt too easy.
From the moment they began their descent into the hidden passage, Arabella had been waiting for something to go wrong.
She guessed for the walls to close in, for an arrow to suddenly shoot towards them, or maybe, even worse, for the whisper of a spell to give them away, immediately alerting Morpheus. But nothing happened. Nothing. Which was odd coming from someone so calculating as him.
Since the start of the night, she had felt it, that strange, silent fault that crept beneath her skin. She couldn't explain it, only that every instinct within her screamed that something wasn't right.
