He pulled the trigger. The resulting blast was deafening, echoing as it did
in the enclosed space. Whelk fell, body twitching.
Laurent stepped around him, tucking the blade back into his boot and
picking up the lantern. He handed it to Gansey.
His own pause had surprised him. He'd paused for just a moment, giving
Gansey a chance to react. To object. As though Gansey's opinion mattered to
him, even after this.
"We're going this way," Laurent said, starting further down the tunnel and
expecting Gansey to follow. They'd have to go out of their way no matter
which direction they went. Down further, then across, and up, until they
reached a high, circular chamber walled entirely with interlocking piles of
human bones. A branch of Paris catacombs, from when the cemetaries of Paris
had overflowed.
"You left," Laurent commented, half turned away from Gansey, but still very
attentive to everything he said and did. He kept hold of the gun.
no subject
"Yes," Laurent agreed. "You did."
He pulled the trigger. The resulting blast was deafening, echoing as it did in the enclosed space. Whelk fell, body twitching.
Laurent stepped around him, tucking the blade back into his boot and picking up the lantern. He handed it to Gansey.
His own pause had surprised him. He'd paused for just a moment, giving Gansey a chance to react. To object. As though Gansey's opinion mattered to him, even after this.
"We're going this way," Laurent said, starting further down the tunnel and expecting Gansey to follow. They'd have to go out of their way no matter which direction they went. Down further, then across, and up, until they reached a high, circular chamber walled entirely with interlocking piles of human bones. A branch of Paris catacombs, from when the cemetaries of Paris had overflowed.
"You left," Laurent commented, half turned away from Gansey, but still very attentive to everything he said and did. He kept hold of the gun.