Dungeon Crawl

Vera tucks the gem away like a kangaroo with a pouch, her hand lingering in the fabric pocket. “I’ll keep it safe.”

I narrow my eyes, suspicion sour as bile in my ravaged throat.

“Appointing yourself as our leader then, are you?” Rach speaks before I can. She’s a breath from drawing her sword, eyes shiny like blackened beads.

Vera sniffs and turns. “I’m the spellcaster here. You can’t tell a curse from a boon.”

Felicia suddenly gives an urgent tug to my elbow. “Shush! Argue later. What’s that?”

Golden light crackles across the floor, ancient stone heaving.

“Run!”