GRACE POV
The first thing I heard wasn’t footsteps.
It was breathing.
Not close enough to feel, not loud enough to locate, but wrong in that way that makes the hair at the base of your neck lift before your brain catches up, like the space around you is suddenly too crowded even though nothing has moved.
I stopped walking.
Langdon did too, instantly, one hand lifting in a silent signal for the others to freeze.
“What now,” I muttered under my breath, because apparently Halloween had decided to fully commit to ruining my life.
The chamber we were standing in hadn’t changed since we’d entered it, and that was part of the problem. It was still massive, still carved out of stone so old it had rounded edges instead of sharp ones, still lined with iron rings bolted into the walls and chai
