“I need help.”
Your voice is strong in the empty room. You turn toward the doors and move to open one, but a hand wraps around your wrist.
“Wait.” The voice, like the hand, is warm . . . kind . . .
You spin as the hand tugs and you catch a glimpse of a face—just a glimpse—before you wake up in your bed. You’re energized. It’s the first night you’ve ever escaped the Underworld without dying. But how?
And who was down there with you?
What will you do tomorrow night?