Chapter twenty nine

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There was an elevator! An elevator underground. It was so weird and I wondered how they even got it installed. It was complete with the elevator music. The slow tuned music filled my ears and I stared in the mirror beside me, making faces. Kai's eye met mine in the mirror and I smiled and waved at him saying with my eyes, I'm not crazy. He rolled his eyes at me and laughed lightly, looking away. 

I went back to making faces. Making faces in the mirror was kind of a habit or something I liked to do because it reminded me of my childhood. When I was younger, less the ten years of age, and me and my dad would go into elevators with mirrors, we would spend the whole ride making faces, seeing who's face was the funniest. By the time we got to our destination, we were laughing so hard we could barely get out of the elevator. 

Tyson walked over to me, looking down on me with amusement. A laugh escaped my throat and I smiled shyly up at him, straightening up.

"What's up?" I asked, knowing he wanted to ask me something. When Tyson wanted to ask something he always had a seriousness in his eyes and even being in his presence, he let out impatience in the form of waves. My eye brows rose and he looked down on me, watching my lips slowly part as I watched his expression change. He was scared. Of what. I looked up at him and tilted my head a bit, "What's wrong?" I asked instead. 

He sighed, running his hands through his now curly black hair. His hair was at that length that it curled at the tips, another thing that reminded me of my childhood . When I had first met him I had made fun of him for his too long hair and he had let me cut it. I was not a professional but, at the time, I thought I was. In the end, his hair was shaved on one side and trimmed on the other. I had tried to do that sleeked over hair cut but I had failed, miserably. My mother had come in and just shaved Tyson's head, saying it would grow back soon enough. That was the first day I met Tyson and even at ten he trusted me without a seconds thought.

"How are they?" he asked, suddenly. Confused, I scrunched my eyebrows together and tilted my head more. Who are they? Maybe it was my mom? My grandma? I didn't know, I was basically just guessing every person Tyson actually knew.

"How are who?" he pursed his lips into a straight line, squinting his eyes at his shoes. As if he was accusing them of something. 

"The others," he said and when he saw my confused expression he went on, "The other Night Children in the rebellion? How are they?" he said, meeting my eyes.

"Oh," understanding rushed through me, "You'll only meet Tessa, Amy, Damon and Dahlia. Tessa is a bad-ass and Amy is just really sweet," I saw Kai perk up at the mention of her name out of the corner of my eye, "I only talked briefly to Damon and Dahlia didn't seem to like me but Damon was pretty cool." Tyson smiled and nodded.

"She was just afraid of you," Kai added without looking at either of us, a smile curving the corners of his mouth. 

"I'm not scary," I insisted, feigning surprise and hurt. Kai laughed.

"You scare me," he said and I glared at him, turning back to Tyson.

"You'll be fine. They are all good people and are willing to help me and you. We're in this together. You remember that," I pointed at him as the elevator bell rung and the door slid slowly open. Zachariah took the first step out into a hallway with small torches lining the walls. It was like the hallway when we had first entered the tunnels except the walls were lines with doorways, blankets covering them. It was the hallway that Zachariah had first led me into. At the other end of the hallway, a door was set into it, the door that led into the dungeons. When I looked behind us the elevator was gone, like it disintegrated into thin air. 

I looked around, the hallway becoming familiar and the sound of voices drifting down through the air. Suddenly Zachariah took a sharp left, leading into another hallway, a more narrow one. At the end, I could see an opening but I couldn't yet make out what was inside. 

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