The Night Before the Plan
"Yes… tomorrow."
Her voice grew weak, delicate—a dying flame in the candle before its final breath. The connection was lost, warmth seeping out to leave silence in its wake within Leon's mind.
For a moment, he was frozen, golden eyes far away, the reverberation of Cassidy's voice in his chest. He took in a great breath, the pressure of air packing him, then let it out slow and heavy. When his vision cleared, he saw that his steps had already taken him beyond the underground chamber.
The change was disorienting. Behind him, the weighty stone hallways of the basement still held on to the smell of wet soil and chill air, a world shut in, dark and airless. Now, he was in the wide, lamp-lit hallway of the Blackthorne house, walls smooth and highly polished, lined with tall windows.
