Aladdin paused in the doorway. “They might have keys-”
“We don’t have time for keys.”
And this was a hunt and Morgan knew hunting in this world and he was not going to argue. Not when he could hear dark rukh whispering all through this awful tower, angry and venomous and… confused.
Why isn’t he failing? came the hiss of dark wings. Why isn’t he dead?
“Oh, don’t be silly,” Aladdin muttered to passing darkness. “He’s Alibaba. Don’t you know the Sinbad fairytales?”
Some dark wings swirled in confusion. Others seemed to hover, like a dazed blink of darkness. But a few-
Augh run away run away!
Aladdin didn’t watch them scatter, busy helping Morgan and Maria break chains and drag two emaciated bodies out of their prison cells, back to the stairwell. The alarms were a little quieter there, muffled by stone and distance. “There’s going to be more fighting. If we make you a door, can you get them out?”
“Make a door?” Maria said shakily, supporting a youngster who had to weigh barely half of what she did.
Morgan grinned, bounced up to the ground floor landing, and drew her leg up for a kick.
Fanalis bone and muscle versus antique stonework. Swooping his turban under their rescued kids, Aladdin had to grin too. Poor stones.