“Where is he?”
Branches slapped against my arm. The brush was too thick. I couldn’t see a thing, but I couldn’t stop. I’d never catch up. A sudden opening left me with three steps before the drop. I never slowed. Boughs broke my fall. Loose stone groaned under my feet. Something else crashed through the brush, off to the left. He was close. I ran again, taking great leaps whenever I could, hoping to avoid any holes.
“Just a little further,” Jon said.
He walked in with all the confidence of a dandy, pausing every now and then to savor the applause that only he could hear.
Light draped over the cave like a curtain, cutting off my view.
“Come on.” Sarah’s voice floated back through the dark.