Zoie's shoes stepped onto the carpet that had once been a regal red. Now it had been greyed down and ruined.
I coughed as I inhaled the smell of ashes. "Do you know the location of the tower?"
Reynard was just a few steps ahead of me. He was carefully stepping over where the carpet was gathered in folds while his eyes swerved from wall to wall for something best known to himself, but when I called out to him, he looked back.
"What was that?" he asked, pausing in the middle of the corridor, illuminated from above by a broken skylight. I daresay, he looked extremely mysterious. Eerie, even.
I shivered. "The tower," I repeated after a while. "Do you know the way to get there?"
Reynard's eye brows eased back. "'Course I do. Just follow my lead."
