Jefferson's POV
The relentless chirping of birds mixed with Javier's labored breathing created an eerie symphony that bounced off the damp cave walls. This underground maze felt ancient beyond measure, its smooth stone surfaces polished by countless years of footsteps. The strangers who had guided us here displayed a level of kindness that set every instinct on high alert.
Their hospitality felt like a trap waiting to spring.
"Think they're planning to make us their next meal?" Javier's whispered question carried genuine worry beneath his casual tone.
I pressed my back against the cold stone wall and let out a long breath. "Absolutely. Nothing says 'dinner preparation' like offering guests clean clothes and hot food."
Javier's face twisted into an annoyed scowl. "Your timing for developing a sense of humor is absolutely terrible, your highness."
