Third Moon (Book 3 in The Awakening Trilogy)

14: Shatter Me (Part Two)

ELIZABETH

I take the first step forward, him perched at my side. Each step short and soft. A wind blows and my hair floats behind me, our feet rooted. The wind stops and my hair falls. I take a deep breathe and start walking again. The walls a strange shade of grey, no windows, just cement walls that make everything echo. The ceramic floor a deep shade of black, reflecting like a mirror. Only that it is more of an illusion. I don't like this place, or anything about it. We continue to walk in deeper, the sound of our shoes hitting the floor echoing. The constant on going sound. I reach for his hand to comfort me. Our fingers lace together and he squeezes my hand. I take another deep breath and he glances at me.

"Are you okay?" His voice rings through my mind.

"This seems too easy, there something wrong. Like they want us to take it." I reply using our strange telepathy.

"Should we go back?" I turn my head around and look behind us.

"Not yet." I turn my head back around and keep walking. I inhale slowly and hold my breath as I rip a door open. We step through and I finally exhale. The echo of our steps get louder and louder with each step, like the deeper we go, the louder it gets. This feels too easy. Way too easy. Something bad is going to happen, and it's going to be big. We could die down here. This just seems so off. We're deadmen walking. This almost seems like a suicide mission. Fingers slide through mine and I take a deep calming breath. I don't like this. I should've came solo. I'll heal, he won't. I don't know what I'd do if I lost him. I can't lose him. If one of us gets hurt, it's my fault, I should've came alone. Like the original plan was. I focus on my heartbeat, a not so steady pulse in my chest. Our feet move in unison as we move toward the dagger. He glances at me again and slightly frowns. I pull my hand from his and walk slower. My heart starting to beat steadily. I hold my hands at my sides, slowly heating up. I glance over my shoulder then back to the silver handled dagger. My heart picks up slowly, eyes glued on the dagger. I stand three feet away from it. We glance at each other and nod.