Clark POV
The cold of the stone corridors bit into my skin as I walked behind him. The figure, the man who looked like Blaze but wasn't, moved with such quiet, predatory grace that I couldn't help but feel like a helpless animal following a hunter. I kept my eyes down, afraid of what lurked in the shadows. The dark corners of the corridor seemed to watch me, a hundred sets of unseen eyes tracking my every step. The flickering candlelight didn't reach far enough to banish the darkness, leaving those corners suffocatingly full of mystery. I kept close to him, as close as I dared, my footsteps echoing in the silence, not daring to let myself fall behind.
