Kaya clenched her jaw, staring at the broken path. At worst, I die. At best, I live. If this gamble had to be taken, then she would take it. And it wasn't like she'd die alone.
Her eyes flicked to the sparrow perched on her shoulder, and a crooked grin spread across her face.
The sparrow stiffened. A shiver ran down his spine. Why do I feel like this smile means trouble?
Kaya scanned the wall with her palms, searching, pressing along the rough surface. Again and again, until finally her fingers sank into a narrow crack. It was deep enough to grip.
God knows what was inside. But she dismissed the thought—this was vulture territory. Vultures could sniff out snakes before they got close, so there was no way a snake had made its nest here.
She slid her fingers into the crack, tightening her hold, and pulled. The stone held. No crumble. Relief coursed through her. It was something she could use.
