Bellah closed the door and stood staring at the back of it for a few seconds with a big smile on her face.
“Ooh really?” Gemma walked over to the wardrobe to look at Danivere’s trousers. She liked the colour.
“No… just… you’ve got the map.” Genii shuffled to keep up with Jet. He may have grabbed the back of the blonde’s shirt occasionally, apologising each time he did.
From what little light they had, it revealed the tunnel they were taking was long and narrow. It sloped downwards, leading them into the bowels of the palace - the air and walls getting damper the deeper they went.
Eventually the tunnel joined the catacombs - a vaulted corridor lined with recessed alcoves and black stone pillars.
“There’s light down here.” Genii pointed out, even though Jet was ahead of him. The space was lit with an occasional candle or torch along the walls.
“Which direction?” Genii’s voice joined the dripping sounds that echoed throughout the crypt.