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The beasts were writhing again, snapping jaws and heaving bodies scraping against each other, as if shutting the door had knocked them from their stupor. Bryce stumbled back in time to see one particularly massive beast lunge for the bars.
The iron shook with the impact—but held.
Bryce panted, surveying the sinuous death once again in motion. But the beasts were far too large to squeeze through the bars.
She let out a shaky breath and surveyed the tunnel ahead. The star flared brighter, as if urging her onward.
“All right,” she said, patting her chest. “All right.”
* * *
Bryce walked for hours. Or what she assumed was hours, judging by how sore her legs became, how her feet ached, even with the cushioning of her sneakers.
The tunnel could lead nowhere. It could last for a hundred miles.
She should have grabbed some supplies—stuffed some of the food from her tray into her pockets and bra. Filled up on water.
She saw no deviations, no alternate tunnels or crossroads. Just one long, endless stretch into the dark.
Her mouth dried out, and though she knew she shouldn’t, Bryce stopped. Sitting down against the age-worn wall, she swallowed the dryness in her mouth. She had no choice but to keep going.
She closed her eyes for a heartbeat. Only one—
* * *
Bryce’s eyes flew open.
She’d fallen asleep. Somehow, she’d fallen asleep, so fucking exhausted from the last gods knew how many hours that she hadn’t even realized it, and—
The star on her chest was still glowing beneath her T-shirt. She remained in the tunnel.
But it was no longer empty.
Nesta stood over her, a sword strapped down her back. The female’s blue-gray eyes seemed to gleam with power in the starlight.
Bryce didn’t dare move.
Nesta tossed her a leather-wrapped canteen. “Do yourself a favor and drink before you pass out again.”
* * *
Bryce sipped from the canteen of what seemed to be—thankfully—water, and watched the other female over the rim of the bottle. Nesta sat against the opposite wall of the tunnel, monitoring Bryce with a feline curiosity.
They’d been silent in the minutes since Bryce had awoken. Nesta had barely moved, other than to take a seat.
At last, Bryce capped the canteen and tossed it back to Nesta. The female caught it with ease. “How’d you learn that I left the cell?” No need to reveal that she could teleport.
Nesta gave her a bored look—as if Bryce should have already known the answer. “We have people who can talk to shadows. They told us you went through the grate.”
Interesting—and creepy. But Bryce asked, “So you’re here to drag me back to the cell?”
Nesta shoved the canteen into her pack and rose, the movement sure and graceful. The sword strapped down her back … it wasn’t the Starsword, though Bryce could have sworn there was something similar about the blade. A kind of presence, a tug toward it.
The female inclined her head to the tunnel behind them—the way back. “I was sent to escort you.”
“Semantics.” Bryce got to her feet. Her versus this female … decent odds, but the sword presented a problem. As did whatever sort of presence thrummed from Nesta, apparently able to detect the Horn in Bryce’s back. Battling an opponent whose skills and powers were unknown, if not wholly alien, was probably unwise. “Look. I’m not here to start trouble—”
“Then don’t. Walk back with me.”
