Being wrapped in Shenyo’s tail gave Lydia a sense of comfort and even the threatening voices from without didn’t penetrate her calm. The two of them crouched in the closet surrounded by moth eaten cloaks and tumbling bolts of fabric. His hot breath in her ear asked if she could move the trap door.<br/><br/>Lydia bit her lip. In order to summon the power necessary to move the table and open the trap door, she would be leaving her weak enough to be a burden to Shenyo as they made a hasty retreat. Yet, he had asked and she was bolstered by his faith in her abilities. Nodding her head, curly dark hair tumbling around her shoulders, she focused on the tableau in front of her.<br/><br/>Holding out her hands, palms out and flat, she concentrated on the table. Sweat popped out on her forehead and her arms quivered, but finally, she was able to move the one leg that was wedged against the door over just enough. She shook out her arms and blew out her breath. The feeling had left her right hand completely but she could hear the footsteps as they crossed the threshold and knew there was no time to waste<br/>.<br/>Refocusing, she sent all her power to the latch of the trap door, flipping it up and with one desperate flip of her wrist, she gave the door enough boost to shine light through it for a fraction of a second. Her head felt as if it would explode and she fell back against Shenyo.<br/><br/>“In here!” the voice called. “I bet they went through this trap door.”<br/>