Just then, I felt a chill run down my spine, not from the cold, not from the snow underneath my boot, and definitely not from the way they were holding me.
Instinctively, I turned my head, slowly and cautiously.
The other two noticed my shift immediately and turned their heads as well.
There was something strange. There was no sound at all.
And you might be wondering what I mean when I say there was no sound because the cave was empty and Damar was asleep but... The fire... I hadn't heard the fire crackle since we stood at the entrance.
Inside the cave, the fire was always on—the crack-pop of the wood was the heartbeat of the cave, one I had gotten so used to knowing and memorizing. It brought out a constant stream of smoke that made the cave warm but was directed through the small opening at the entrance. But as we stood at the entrance, the smoke had stopped and the air felt... still.
Too still.
I gulped and turned around fully, freeing myself from their hold.
