Dark

“Maybe we should wait until it’s light?”

Cian walked carefully on the slippery stones, holding the flashlight so it guided us both. He seemed worried, but I shut him down. “And wait for the bad guy to come? We have to stay ahead of them; they have the same clues as us.”

Cian snorted a laugh, “Yeah, but not your brain. That was amazing, the way you just put some random numbers in connection with the plaque.” I continued on the small path, hiding my blush. “Well, it was the teardrop. “Bridge of tears", right?”