He reached the passage floor, where narrow stone walls formed a tunnel that snaked through the house's foundation.
The passage was dimly lit by faint cracks in the stone where moonlight seeped through. Chibuzor moved quietly, his calculated steps ensuring minimal noise. But as he adjusted the mattress on his shoulder, the edge of it caught on a loose rock embedded in the wall.
Thud!
"Damn it," he muttered under his breath, trying to steady himself. Unfortunately, his next step landed on a jagged stone.
"Ow!" he yelped, his voice echoing through the narrow corridor.
He froze immediately, his sharp ears straining to catch any sound from the house above.
Olaedo sat in the kitchen, sipping her chamomile tea as she replayed the events of their adventures danced in her mind. The experience had revived her more than she had expected.
A faint sound reached her ears, a muffled yelp. She stiffened, her cup halting mid air.
