‘It might be better to leave them open, Ori,’ Eva said, suppressing a flutter of nerves.
‘I didn’t close them,’ he protested.
‘Llandry, then? Pensould?’
Both shook their heads, looking as puzzled and troubled as she herself felt.
‘I suppose you can open them again?’
Ori turned around. ‘Um,’ he said, his face registering confusion. ‘The door’s gone.’
A glance behind confirmed Ori’s observation. ‘Excellent,’ she muttered. ‘More fun.’ Looking around for some clue as to the nature of this predicament, Eva saw only a round stone room, devoid of objects or furniture save for a flight of steps that spiralled around the wall up to the ceiling. Her ears, though, picked up the distant sound of footsteps approaching from somewhere above. The step was oddly arrhythmic, as if some beast with four
