45. The Master of Mazes

Angelina found herself hanging from the edge, suspended in air, over the broken bridge.

One of her hands was gripping the black sword shoved in a crack in the stones, the other was holding onto Ethan.

Both of them stared at each other, eyes wide and out of breath.

A moment late and…

Angelina swallowed, tightening her hold on his hand "I'm going to toss you up."

Ethan's eyes widened for a new reason "Wait, don't—

She tossed him over the edge, maybe a bit too forcefully in her shaky state. He slammed straight into the doors, and the heavy wood creaked open.

"Oh my goddess," Angelina scrambled up herself, rushing after him through the door "Are you alright?"

Ethan pushed himself up with his arms, he offered her a shaky smile "Relatively."

They'd been traveling through this maze for two days, battered and bruised by now.