We trudged through the tunnel for what felt like hours. My shoes squished with every step, still waterlogged from our river adventure.
Whoever designed this place had a sick sense of humor—the tunnel curved and twisted like intestines, never giving us a clear view of what lay ahead.
"You holding up okay, Princess?" I glanced at Celeste, who was starting to lag behind.
"I'm fine," she said, but her voice had lost some of its royal polish. Her silver-white hair hung in damp clumps, and despite her best efforts to dry our clothes, the chill had settled into our bones.
"Sure you are. And I'm the tooth fairy."
She shot me a glare that could've frozen hell. "I don't recall asking for your concern."
"Good thing I'm giving it for free, then."
The tunnel widened into a small chamber with three branching paths. I stopped and ran a hand through my hair, frustrated. "Great. More choices."
