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"No. I doubt if Jasper would allow a retreat, anyway.” His answer was absent, as if his attention was elsewhere.
Power washed through the link. He was using his abilities to study the threat ahead. Why didn't Jasper's net affect him?
"It's not aimed at me. And there are two of them up ahead. A tease, nothing more." Some tease. “What do we do?"
" We do nothing. I'll take care of them.” He brushed a kiss across the top of her head then faded into the darkness.
"Michael?” she hissed as his hand left hers. “Michael!" No answer. Wonderful. What if the zombies were just a diversion to separate them?
Movement whisked around her legs. Biting back a yelp of fright, she shone the light down at her feet. The water stirred, and something slick, brown and long rose briefly to the oily surface before slithering back underneath.
Her mouth went dry. Snakes. There were snakes in the water with her... Sweat broke out across her brow. The dark waters began to churn, the snakes bumping and entwining their sleek bodies around her legs. Were they real, or some form of illusion?
They sure felt real. One entwined around her legs, and she kicked out. A sleek brown head rose from the water, hissing. She screamed and swiped at it with the torch. It sank back down and joined the circling pack. She leaped over them and ran forward, heading for the zombies and Michael. The beam of the flashlight jumped erratically, creating crazy shadows on the slick dark walls. The darkness beyond the light seemed oppressive, a monster waiting to pounce. She splashed on, cursing Michael for leaving her.
The snakes pursued. Real or not, they were coming after her. She gripped the flashlight tightly and tried to run faster.
Michael! Frantically, she reached for the connection between them. There was no answer, just a sense of absence. Could he hear her when he was little more than a shadow?
It was just one more thing she didn't know. Heart pounding as fast as her feet, she listened to the sounds of pursuit above the noise of her own panicked flight. She was tempted to use her psychic abilities, but knew this might be what Jasper wanted. He'd snare her the minute she tried. Damn it, she wasn't helpless without her abilities. She had her knives. She could use them to defend herself. Why play Jasper's games any more than she had to? She stopped and swung around. The water was still, silent. The snakes, if they'd ever been real, were gone. Almost with you, Nikki.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm her churning stomach. It had been nothing more than a game. Once she'd stood her ground, Jasper had backed away. Maybe Michael was right. Maybe Jasper did fear her abilities.
The thought did little to ease the sick tension in her stomach. She turned and shined the light across the waters ahead. Ripples of movement stirred the surface, but she couldn't see Michael. Only when he was near her did he shake himself free of the shadows.
"Are you all right?"
He brushed his knuckles lightly against her cheek. She wished he'd just take her in his arms and hold her until the chill and the fear left her. But they had no time—Jake was dying. They had to get to him quickly.
"Yeah, sure.” She ran a hand through her damp hair. What would he think if he realized she'd been running from nonexistent snakes? “This place is just starting to get to me. What about the zombies?"
"They've disappeared."
She raised an eyebrow. “How can zombies just disappear?"
He shrugged, his gaze on the darkness ahead. “I don't know. As soon as I neared them, I lost all scent of them."
She studied the darkness uneasily. If Jasper could fool Michael's keen senses, they might be in big trouble.
"Come on.” He ran his hand down her arm and clasped her fingers gently. “There's nothing we can do but move forward."
The warmth of his touch made her feel more secure as they walked on. But after a few minutes, they stopped again.
"Fork in the tunnels. Which way, Nikki?"
She closed her fingers around the watch fob. It pulsed lightly, but its rhythm was slower, more erratic. They had so little time left.
"Left.” She swung in that direction, but Michael jerked her back, again almost dislocating her shoulder in the process. She swore softly. “What's wrong?"
"The zombies are back."
She shined the light into the tunnel but could see no movement. “We can't just stand here, Michael. We have to get to Jake."
He hesitated, then shrugged. “Let's go, then."
The walls began to close in, threatening to smother them. Ghostly tendrils of slime brushed against her clothes and felt like long green fingers of the dead.
Twenty feet on, they came out of the ankle deep water and into a cavern. She blinked and stopped, taken by surprise. The flashlight filled the cavern with dancing shadows, dark demons that teased her imagination. Something about the air gave a feeling of vast emptiness. Then she saw the figure huddled against an outcrop of rock. With a small cry, she ran across. Squatting next to Jake, she frantically felt for a pulse. It was there, slow, erratic and weak.
