AIDEN LET ORION rest for more than an hour, until he was sure the color and steadiness had returned to his body.
“Come on,” Aiden said gently. “Think you can stand without using three dominions and a prayer?”
“I’ll try,” Orion said.
Time blurred into the rhythm of boots on stone, the steady clink of bits of gear, Bran’s occasional snort. The tunnel widened and narrowed, ceilings rising and falling. Once or twice they passed side passages, darker mouths leading who-knew-where. Aiden ignored them all, following a route only he seemed to recognize.
