Elaris POV
The car rolled to a stop on the hard gravel on the road, the tires squealing in grating noises.
The first sign that we had arrived at the mines was the thick, metallic smell that wafted into the car through the window on the driver's side.
Torren dropped down first, grunting while letting his gaze wander about to cover the gaping world of stones and rocks around.
Despite being the one closest to me, he didn't even attempt to open the door for me.
Darius had to cross over to the other side and do it. His hand hovered just slightly too close to mine before pulling away at the last second, our skins nearly touching each other's.
I stepped down slowly, my boots crunching against darkened gravel. The mines stretched before us in jagged rocks, broken carts. Rusted tools were abandoned inside the gravel.
