Rafe bent to the ground and removed one of the stones at the base of the castle.
Mercy glanced up at the crenel above them. No movement.
He quickly shoved another stone aside.
She watched him work. It took a moment before she realized he was searching for something. The entrance. He moved another stone. She knelt at his side and began moving the large rocks. All she saw was the wall of the castle meeting the ground.
Rafe sat back with a scowl. He looked over his shoulder at the valley and then back at the castle wall.
Mercy glanced up at the crenel again. Their time was running out.
He scootched to his left and began removing stones again.
Desperate, Mercy joined him. There were so many stones lining the bottom of the castle. Moments ticked by. Desperation clawed at Mercy. The entrance had to be here. Mercy’s hands burned where the stones scratched her skin.
“Here!” Rafe whispered.
Mercy moved to his side and began clearing rocks. She saw a black, dark opening. It wasn’t very big, and she wondered if she could fit into it.
Rafe crawled forward, moving into the darkness.
Glancing up at the crenel again, Mercy spied movement. She dove into the tiny opening. Blackness engulfed her. Thomas’s cave came to mind. Another cave? Dread filled her, but she inched forward. The space was tight around her body. She felt the edge of the wall opening with her hands, and moved forward. Suddenly, her hips caught, and she could go no further. She wiggled her hips, twisting them. She could feel fresh air around her calves and feet, and realized they were still out of the castle. On the other side, her head and torso were through the wall and dangling. But her hips wouldn’t move. She was stuck!
