Chapter 32.2

Wulfie bent over double with his hands braced on his thighs, looking like he’d expended every ounce of energy on the work.

“Where’s the font?” I asked.

Griff scowled. “Where else do you want us to dig?”

“Follow me.” She jogged out of the room.

Griff and I followed her down a darkened hallway, and through a kitchen of wooden units that had seen better days. One of the cupboards was a door that led to a storeroom filled with supplies covered in a thin layer of dust. Then we stepped through a door that opened up into a stairwell illuminated by a bare lightbulb.

“Where are you taking us?” I growled.

“Do you wish to employ my services as a plant specialist or not?” she snapped from the bottom of the stairs.

Griff leaned into my side and whispered, “How did she get so much energy?”

“Don’t ask,” I whispered back.

She flung open the door, activating a set of fluorescent lights. Griff and I remained at the top of the stairs, and I curled my hands into fists. None of this made any sense. What w