~Samantha~
The shadow on the wall moved when it shouldn't have.
I froze halfway through examining the prophecy text, watching the darkness in the corner of the tomb's basement shift.
"Did you see that?" I whispered.
Dominic looked up from the ancient spell book he'd been studying. "See what?"
"The shadow. It just…" I pointed but now the corner looked normal. Just regular darkness from the torches not reaching that far. "Never mind. I'm probably just paranoid."
"Given everything happening, being paranoid is normal." He went back to reading about counter-spells.
But I couldn't shake the feeling. That sense of being watched. Like something was observing us from places we couldn't see.
I walked over to the corner and ran my hand along the wall. Cold stone. Nothing unusual.
Except the cold was wrong. Too cold. The kind of cold that came from shadow corruption, not from regular temperature.
"Dominic."
"Feel this wall."
