Miles glances over the ridge and curses under his breath.
“They’re moving south!”
“They’re trying to close the pass,” Clay snaps.
Of course they are.
The canyon narrows tighter until we’re forced into single file again, shoulders brushing rock walls as loose gravel slides beneath our boots.
Behind me, Russ’s voice cuts clean through the chaos.
“Keep moving!”
Calm.
Strong.
Certain enough that part of me believes he could force this mountain to bend if he needed it to.
And stupidly—
That steadies me.
We round another sharp bend.
Then the ground cracks beneath us.
The sound explodes through the canyon like thunder.
Rock shifts violently under my boots.
The little girl screams.
“Oh God—”
“MOVE!” Lucas roars.
Too late.
The ledge collapses beneath me.
The child’s hand tears from mine as the earth gives way.
My stomach drops hard.
Then everything else does too.
“Olivia!”
Russ.
I hear him over the grinding avalanche of rock.
I throw myself toward the cliff instinctively, fingers clawing for purchase.
Stone scrapes beneath my nails.
For one second I catch.
