The world about her still spun in puke-inducing circles, and the stench of sulfur was so strong her eyes watered, which didn’t help the visuals a bit. She vaguely recalled slicing into Naburus’s neck with her short sword, and then nothing. Absolutely nothing until she’d come awake, spinning inside her head while her body lay on the rocky shore of an underground river.And if the visuals weren’t awful enough, the cacophony reverberating off the walls had the same effect as fingernails across a blackboard. It took her a few moments to realize she was hearing the screams of the damned—the howls of lost souls forever condemned to hell.But that noise was coming from across the river. There was another sound close by. One even more terrifying than the cries of the damned. Breathing. Slow, deep, steady breathing, accompanied by absolutely foul breath that almost made the sulfur smell good. Blinking slowly, Addie held perfectly still, somewhat anchored by the hard ground beneath her and the fact she still held her short sword in her hand.
