CLARABEL

Kaedryn was finally asleep, his small chest rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm under the thick blankets. 

The healers had cleaned the dirt from his face and wrapped his scraped arm in clean white linen. He looked so small in the center of the large mattress, safe and completely unaware of the storm still raging inside my head.

I couldn't sleep. 

My body was exhausted, every muscle aching from the terror of the lower grid, but every time I closed my eyes, the dark brought back the tunnels.

I kept replaying it. Over and over. The crunch of the collapsing stone, the terrifying snap of the ledge...