Chapter 122: Leigh

His kids' blood must be running down the channels and into the pool in the center from somewhere up above. The whole repulsive set-up gave the room a sort of inverted gift box look, complete with bow and ribbons up three walls, minus one ribbon. Except this was likely a gift no one among the sane would want to receive.

Tram and Lily must be up high then, concealed in darkness, maybe even inside one of the giant gaps in the wall. I followed the nearest channel to the wall and found a few hand and footholds I could use for climbing, and oh, how I loved climbing.

Death hadn't changed me enough to forget my fears, and I had about fifty thousand of them. Heights. I wished they would jump off a cliff. How was that for irony?