Rozelle sighed and opened her eyes. "That is the best I can do. The spell around these stones is more intricate than I first thought, so if I create anything larger, it may be visible to our sorcerer."
I frowned. "Surely he'd notice the fact that there's now no shadows around one section of his circle?"
"No, because it was designed to be visible to only you and me. But as I said, if he's looking for intrusion, he will notice the threads I have woven into his magic."
"A chance we'll have to take. Thanks for your help, Rozelle."
She nodded, but didn't move. "I'll wait here, just on the off chance you need me down there."
I frowned. "I'm not sure that's wise. Azriel can't get into the building if something goes wrong, and we promised Kiandra —"
"No one and nothing is getting into my circle," she replied, amusement in her tones. "I made sure of that. Go. I'll be safe, I promise."
I hesitated, but really, short of dragging her free of her circle – not something I was convinced I could do given the strength of the barrier she'd raised – I had no other option but to proceed.
I dropped to my hands and knees, took a deep breath that didn't do a whole lot to bolster my courage, and went in.
Nothing jumped out at me.
I rose and drew Amaya. Light flared down her sides, shifting the shadows and gleaming off the metal stair rails. I walked over and peered down. All I could see was deeper shadows.
Something, Amaya said.
I frowned. Meaning what? That there's something or someone waiting down there for us?
Magic, she said. Some kind.
Great. Not.