Chapter 43: In the Garden of Vines
Sariah
I watched as Edmund’s hands sprouted fur and his nails elongated into claws. His eyes darkened until they were as black as a raven’s wings. There was a square trap-door in the roof of the elevator that wouldn’t budge, so he used his claws like a knife, following the perimeter of the door until it was loose enough to be pried open. I breathed a sigh of relief when he pushed against the metal and it gave way. I heard the clatter of the door as it fell onto the top of the elevator. Now, there was simply a square-shaped opening above us where the door had been. Edmund turned to look at me.
“One moment, Your Majesty,” he said politely.
I nodded. I watched him climb up through the opening effortlessly. Hope gave a meow of encouragement. I could feel
