His Dark Obsession

28. In the Crypt

ZEDKIEL.

“Maybe if I can get in and try to see if something is stuck…” Zlahra says, falling to her knees and peering into the tiny opening.

“None of us are going to fit down there.” I say, unease filling me.

“And you may be the smallest of us all, but I think you forget that your ass is far from tiny.” Kash says bending down beside her.

“Piss off.” She hisses, shoving him right where he’s injured.

He curses as he clutches his shoulder and looks forward again.

“Force won’t work. The building is in ruins.” Ziahra says, looking up.

“Let’s try to pry it open.” I suggest, letting go of Evelyn’s hand as she steps back silently.

It takes the four of us to pry the sandstone entrance open, pulling and pushing the rocks that should have repositioned themselves.

I hear something crack and break and the stones begin moving again and we all move back.

“Thank the gods,” Ziahra says.

“More like us for getting it working. You were giving up hope, remember?” Kash reminds her arrogantly.

“I doubt you did any of the hard work. You’re pretty useless with that injury.” She taunts him back as she edges forward.

That darkness I can feel, the chilling, sinister vibe of this place growing stronger.

“Should we draw straws to see who goes first?” Kash mocks and exhales done with his antics.

Can he not feel the evil? He smirks as he pushes past me.

“I’ll lead.” He offers, brushing past Ziahra who was about to take her first step. He smirks mockingly at her.

“I do hope you fall and break that face of yours.” She sneers.

“You sure you want to ruin this face?”

What the fuck is with these two?

He confidently takes the first few steps. Ziahra steps onto the first step slowly, the stone crumbling from beneath her feet.

me to hold your hand?”

perfectly fine. Don’t tell

to be in your presence.” Kash shoots

I will push you.” She

the walls for balance, and I hear

her and then back at the entrance, the weight of the

quiet, following Kash down, her

in next, and Evelyn

be ok.” I tell

She nods.

I don’t let go of Evelyn, who is right

a single word, and torches held in sconces

glance around makes it clear that we are not just in

the twelve tombs that fill the room. Each one sits on a 1-foot pedestal,

sealed, yet one is open,

Evelyn asks, and for the first time, I think I see fear in her eyes

replies as she heads to the altar that

as Ziahra began lighting some old

doing magic in a crypt? This screams dark

the ancient arts something as cheap

stop me…”

instead of her.” She shoots back, her eyes darting to the tombs. “That one there looks cosy and

looks where she pointed, and I think just picturing that puts him off. His gaze flickers to Evelyn and t think I see the flash of

at him when he notices the large black stone coffin that’s being

how the ivy got on the tomb… Was there a time

beneath the surface, the air

there?” Ziahra remarks, as she finishes what she’s

“You really are coated in sugar, aren’t you?” he says

be, shame you will be covered in spiders and who knows what else, if you don’t shut

stop fucking bickering!”

and stress I’m feeling aren’t helping with

and turns to

“Gray…”

finally have a

to wonder if I’d have to give him one for her

steps forward, raising his head to