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When Pritkin said a hole in the wall, he wasn’t kidding. I could barely squeeze through the thing, and it sounded from his language like he’d scraped off more than a little skin himself. “Move!” he whispered, giving me a push in the small of my back. I scrambled inside the small rock-hewn cavern on the other side of the hole, and almost tumbled down a set of stairs that started after only a few feet.
The claustrophobically low stairwell was extremely uninviting; mostly I just saw the darkness that pooled in every niche and corner. I really didn’t want to go down there. Then a spell hit the ceiling behind me with a crack like cannon fire and I reconsidered, scrambling down the stairs ahead of Pritkin.
A second spell hit while we were still on the steps. It went on and on, like a slow-motion bomb blast, causing gravel to pepper the back of my hands and neck like hail. It sent me sliding down the stairs, but the vibrations rode up through my legs, making it almost impossible to find a foothold. And then it didn’t matter because there was no foothold to find. The
rock disintegrated beneath my feet, and I tumbled through darkness and empty air before slamming into freezing water.
It took me a moment to realize I wasn’t drowning. The water came only up to my waist, but it was like ice and the cold shot right up my spine. Worse was the by-now-familiar billowing cloud of dust, trapping me in a choking haze. Instinctively, I sloshed farther away from the rockfall, trying to breathe, and found myself treading water. I grabbed a moss-covered skull that jutted out from the wall, my fingers finding purchase in the eye sockets. I held on, too grateful to be repulsed, gasping in great lungfuls of air.
“Pritkin!” It was barely a croak, but a moment later the flashlight beam hit my eyes, blinding me.
“Still alive?”
I tried to answer, but my lungs decided this would be a good moment to expel all the foreign matter I’d breathed in, and I ended up heaving and choking. I lost my grip on the slimy bone and slid under the frigid water. For a long, terrifying moment, I was lost in an endless sea of black that immediately chilled me to the core. Then two broad hands were fumbling for a grip on my shoulders, pulling me back to the surface, reminding me where up and down were.
“Miss Palmer!”
I spat out a mouthful of limestone paste, the result of oily water mixed with dust, and gasped in some air. “Damn right.”
Pritkin nodded and flashed the light around, giving glimpses of a corridor where the floor rippled oddly and everything was suddenly shades of gray and pale, unearthly green. It looked like the entire lower levels had flooded. I can swim, but I wasn’t in love with the idea of navigating a dark underground stream with barely enough headroom to breathe.
“I’ll deal with this,” Pritkin said grimly. “Shift out of here.”
“And if they keep coming?”
“I’ll manage.”
And he called me bloody-minded. I took another breath to inform my lungs that asphyxiation would have to wait, and pushed back off into the flood. “Just swim.”
Pritkin didn’t answer, unless you count a curse, although that could have been due to the spell that hit the water behind us, instantly raising the temperature from chilled to boiling. I screamed, and coherent thought fled. I didn’t think, just grabbed his hand and shifted.
A second later, we landed in the same corridor, but with no dust cloud, no mages and no flood. I’d been treading water in the other time, so I was only a few feet off the ground. Pritkin, unfortunately, had been floating, and he fell from a little farther. Like about six feet.
He hit the rocky floor with a thud, a curse and a crack, the last from the demise of the flashlight. I tried to ask how he was, but a stitch was biting deep into my side and, for a long moment it was impossible to draw oxygen into my lungs. I slid down the wall to a seated position because my knees suddenly felt too rubbery to be reliable.
“What happened?” Pritkin gasped after a moment. With no flashlight and no deadly spells zipping around, it was pitch-dark, but from the direction of his voice, it sounded like he was still on the floor.
“I shifted us back in time,” I managed to croak.
I decided that it probably wasn’t good that I was still feeling shaky and nauseated despite being this close to the floor and completely motionless. I couldn’t figure out what was wrong. I’d shifted only twice today, once to get us to Paris from Manassier’s cottage and once just now, yet I was exhausted. It looked like bringing another person along for the ride took a lot out of me. Too bad no one had bothered to give me the manual.
“A little warning next time!”
“You’re welcome.”
“When are we?”
I spit out more chalky-tasting dust. Now I knew why Lara Croft always carried a canteen. My body was dripping, but my throat was parched. I swallowed dry, while running through the mental Rolodex my power gives me. “Seventeen ninety-three.”
“What? Why?”
“Because I didn’t feel like being boiled alive?”
“You could have shifted us back a day, a week! This is no bloody use at all!”
Of course, I thought sourly, Lara Croft would also have some nice convenient techie thing to get her out of this. And a partner who wasn’t a complete ass. I cautiously stood up and found to my surprise that I was only faintly dizzy. I strained my ears, but all I heard was my own harsh breathing and a faint drip, drip of water from somewhere.
“Let’s go,” I said, fumbling around until I found Pritkin’s hand. His skin was cold from the water, and his pulse was fast but not bad. Not, for example, like mine, which felt like it could burst a vein. I needed to make sure I didn’t have to shift again anytime soon. Like for the rest of the week.
