Her scalp burned. Her hands quivered. If she didn’t get hold of herself within a few seconds she’d collapse, paralyzed with terror.Quiet and safe. Plenty of fresh air. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. The mantra’s words did their job. They evoked a sliver of assurance.“The tunnel won’t collapse. Alfred is an explosives expert. It’s what he did in the military. He’s built this place to practically withstand a nuclear attack. I can assure you that he’s built protection into the tunnel. I trust Alfred with my life.”She nodded. “Then—then I do, too.”As they continued down the corridor, her eyes hungrily sought each dim circle of light. They helped, but she was ready to be at the other end of the dark passage. And the fact that the muffled rumbling continued didn’t help.“Dylan, I’m sorry. I’d give anything not to be like this.”“There’s nothing to apologize for. I admire you.”She glanced at his face, which was planed in shadow. “Admire?” She laughed bitterly.
