"Hurry!" he shouted at the carriage driver as he climbed inside.

The horses whined loudly before they galloped down the cobbled street lit with lampposts.

Sleeping estates and buildings passed by his carriage window as they sped away. The Town was darker as night had come aboveground, evidenced by the faint moonlight that streamed down the distant holes and the one they had just passed by.

His heart was beating hard against his chest, leaping along with the bounding carriage. He closed his eyes and swallowed hard.

Bloody hell. This is not part of the plan, Cole Devitt cursed inside his head as his carriage rode out of Willowfair.