The creatures. The men. They hunt me through the rocks and jungle trees. I must move, but I cannot. I fear my ankle is broken. If I stay, they will flush me out of this hiding place. When they are through with Father, they will come for me. I pray they spare him. It is I whom they seek. Yesterday...
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE DON’T LET GO I FELT THE back of a hand brushing my arm. “Got him!” Marco said. Fingers closed around my wrist. I was reeling back now, losing my balance. The Loculus disappeared. All I could see was the panicked look on Marco’s face as he wrenched me away from the pit. “Don’t l...