The sewers of Sapphire Port were not the kind of place anyone chose to be voluntarily. The water running through the side channels carried colors that didn't exist in nature, the stone ceiling absorbed sound in uneven patches, and the smell was exactly what you'd expect from a drainage system built several centuries ago by people who never anticipated that someday someone would need to hide in it.
Ebony lit the lantern clipped to her belt and pushed Kanary forward. "Walk."
Kanary walked. Four steps. Then she stopped and let go of her hand.
Ebony turned around with the lantern raised. "What are you doing?"
