Walking and not paying attention in a dark lit dungeon corridor was not smart. I repeat, NOT SMART, and yet that was exactly what Islay Moreau had been doing when she was looking at the photograph of her mother once more and then she heard the yelling and was JUST about to ask Cole what had happened when she heard it the screaming.

HER OWN SCREAMING – “AAAAAAHHH" oh merlin it felt so gross in there – they were wriggling and wiggling and goo was everything – and she just NEEDED a bath right now. “get off of it” Islay hissed at a slug as she pulled her picture from it giving the picture a good wipe or two before just looking around. “do you need help?”