Two Eyes Cenote oscura

light footsteps in the tunnel. the tread is different from khusobek — soto’s heartbeat quickens. 

the girl. his dark features pull from the gloom as he leans in. chamaca, he purls, only sorry that the gifts he’d brought had been left by the gates. 

his gaze flickers to where a guard had passed minutes before, marveling at her ability to remain undetected.