See in the dark

And the cave’s lights went out.
The only source of light left in the cavern came from the three black candles at the points of the ritual’s triangle, way the hell at the back of the chamber. Madge’s voice continued its rippling, liquid chant, an edge of smug contempt somehow conveyed in it, her attention focused on the ritual. Thomas’s bruised body twitched as he looked around, eyes wide behind the gag in his mouth. I saw his shoulders tighten as he tested the chains. They didn’t seem to give way for him any more than mine had for me.
Murphy’s voice slid through the darkness a moment later, sounding sharp against the steady, liquid chant of the entropy curse. “Harry? Where is he?”
“I have no idea,” I said, keeping the point of the sword low.
“Can he see in the dark?”
“Um. Tell you in a minute.”
“Oh,” she said. “Crap.”

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Raith’s voice drifted out of the darkness. “I can indeed see you, wizard,” he said. “I must admit, a brute attack was not what I expected of you.”
I tried to orient to the sound of Raith’s voice, but the Deeps had the acoustics of, well, a cave. “You really don’t have a very good idea about what kind of man I am, do you?”

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The glow on his skin began to fade, and the darkness closed in with deadly deliberation. “It has been a pleasure speaking with you, but I am healed, wizard,” Raith snarled. “I’m going to make you beg me for death. And my first meal in decades is going to be the little police girl.”
At which point all the lights in the cavern came up at the same time, restoring the place to its slightly melodramatic but perfectly adequate lighting.
Lara stepped from behind the screen, her scarlet skirt swaying, sword on her hip, and murmured, “I think I’d like to see that, Father.”
He stopped, staring at her, his face hardening. “Lara. What do you think you’re doing?”
“Writhing in disillusionment,” she said. “You don’t love me, dearest Papa. Me, your little Lara, most dutiful daughter.”

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