Chapter Sixty-Three

I stumbled forward in the thick darkness and tightened my hold on Nyx's hand. I heard a snap and torches lit the cave, leading a path downwards into further darkness. Small stones were scattered about and the rocky walls had carvings, writings and symbols on them.

"Where are we?" I whispered, yet the cave carried my voice around in echoes.

"Before we built, we lived in caves." She laughed and the orange hue of the torches danced in her silver eyes when I arched a questioning brow at her that said, 'Just how old are you'.

"Not me Danae. By we, I meant the Fae and everyone else but first, the Fae."