There were at least ten levels beneath me, from what I could see, and each was lined with an open veranda. I was standing at the top of a magnificent multi-layered atrium. I walked up to the edge, and realized that this wasn’t so much a room as it was a platform. A crystal chandelier hung from the center of the ceiling, giving off a warm glow. With a flick of Amaya’s palms, the metal door slammed above us and the lock clicked shut.Īs I gazed around at the well-lit chamber, I realized that calling this a basement was entirely inaccurate. “Amaya, please close the door behind us.” Jeramiah’s eyes were fixed on me. The drop in temperature was sharp and sudden-I felt it as soon as I took my first step downward-as though I was descending into a refrigerator. He and Amaya began to descend the stairs. I stood up, still staring in astonishment.
There was a winding iron staircase leading down to what appeared to be… a basement of some sort. The sand in front of us shifted as what turned out to be a long metal door swung open, leaving a gaping oblong hole in the ground. I bent down closer to watch him as he slid the key into a hole etched into it.
He lowered himself to his knees and, digging his left fist into the ground, began brushing the sand away until metal showed. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small golden key. I was about to repeat my question when Jeremiah stopped abruptly. I couldn’t imagine where he was heading to. “Just follow,” the vampire replied and turned on his heel. I turned to face Jeramiah-who was still carrying an unconscious Tobias-and Amaya, the tall black-haired witch who stood next to him. There was no sign of civilization in sight. A pale moon in a clear sky speckled with twinkling stars cast down light on sand dune after sand dune.
When my vision came into focus, I gazed around. It felt like I’d just been locked in an oven.
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