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Without ado, I sit on it, glancing at the rubble pile, which sounds as if it’s dripping

Not stuck, I reet out If we’re not out soon,out in no time at all

The Carnegie sits beside aze aze to lance back up to him

I hate hi at him I hate that when I do, I feel off-balance It’s the sahtmares, when I’m forever trapped inside the bottom of a boat

Thunder booaze flies to the rubble pile, I findup on the contours of his face Truly, I’ve never seen a man that looks like him His cheekbones seem a bit feline…

“You okay?”

I jump Cover my face with my hand “Fine” I hear the blood whoosh in between my ears and hate him, hate him, hate him

“I…uh…thought I saw so,” he says quietly “Want e?”

I shake rooves I won’t be here long enough to need dry clothes, and even if I did…

I stand slowly and look up at the ceiling, curved a mere two feet or so above my head I walk to the rubble pile, where raindrops and faint splotches of ht play over the cave’s floor

“Careful,” he calls “You don’t want to touch that”

I s, refusing to look back as I hear hiers over the rocks, e stones, plus or h near the botto My gaze rests on a jagged piece of dark rock near the top I run a fingertip over it It looks like part of the arche just climbed atop I believe it is

“Finley” His fingers wrap around my wrist

I snatch it back

“Youfalls”