air。
“Let’s get this over with。”
He jumped over the smaller stream with a bound and carried me toward the closest sinkhole。 The steam
from the hot spring washed my face。
He was going to throw me into the dark； hot hole and let the boiling water pull me into the ground as it
burned me。
“No； no！” I shouted； my voice too hoarse and low to carry。
I writhed frantically。 My knee knocked against one of the ropy rock columns； and I hooked my foot
around it； trying to yank myself out of his grip。 He jerked me free with an impatient grunt。
At least that loosened his hold enough that I could make one more move。 It had worked before； so I
tried it again。 Instead of trying to free myself； I twisted in and wrapped my legs around his waist； locking
“Getoff me； you —” He fought to knock me loose； and I jerked one of my wrists free。 I wrapped that
arm around his neck and grabbed his thick hair。 If I was going into the black river； so was he。
Kyle hissed and stopped prying at my leg long enough to punch my side。
I gasped in pain but got my other hand into his hair。
He wrapped both arms around me； as if we were embracing rather than locked in a killing struggle。 Then
he grabbed my waist from both sides and heaved with all his strength against my hold。
His hair started to e out in my hands； but he just grunted and pulled harder。
I could hear the steaming water rushing close by； right below me； it seemed。 The steam billowed up in a
thick cloud； and for a minute I couldn’t see anything but Kyle’s face； twisted with rage into something
beastlike and merciless。
I felt my bad leg giving。 I tried to pull myself closer to him； but his brute strength was winning against my
desperation。 He would have me free in a moment； and I would fall into the hissing steam and disappear。
Jared！ Jamie！The thought； the agony； belonged to both Melanie and me。 They would never know what
had happened to me。 Ian。 Jeb。 Doc。 Walter。 No goodbyes。
Kyle abruptly jumped into the air and came down with a thud。 The jarring impact had the effect he
wanted： my legs came loose。
But before he could take advantage； there was another result。
The cracking sound was deafening。 I thought the whole cave was ing down。 The floor shuddered
beneath us。
Kyle gasped and jumped back； taking me—hands still locked in his hair—with him。 The rock under his
feet； with more cracking and groaning； began to crumble away。
Our bined weight had broken the brittle lip of the hole。 As Kyle stumbled away； the crumbling
followed his heavy steps。 It was faster than he was。
A piece of the floor disappeared from under his heel； and he went down with a thud。 My weight pushed
him back hard； and his head smacked sharply against a stone pillar。 His arms fell away from me； limp。
The cracking of the floor settled into a sustained groan。 I could feel it shiver beneath Kyle’s body。
I was on his chest。 Our legs dangled above empty space； the steam condensing into a million drops on
our skin。
“Kyle？”
There was no answer。
I was afraid to move。
Whimpering in fear； too terrified to think for myself； I did as Melanie ordered。 I freed my fingers from
Kyle’s hair and climbed gingerly over his unconscious form； using the pillar as an anchor to pull myself
forward。 It felt steady enough； but the floor still moaned under us。
I pulled myself past the pillar and onto the ground beyond it。 This ground stayed firm under my hands
and knees； but I scrambled farther away； toward the safety of the exit tunnel。
There was another crack； and I glanced back。 One of Kyle’s legs drooped farther down as a rock fell
from beneath it。 I heard the splash this time as the chunk of stone met the river below。 The ground
shuddered under his weight。
He’s going to fall；I realized。
Good；Melanie snarled。
But… ！
If he falls； he can’t kill us； Wanda。 If he doesn’t fall； he will。
I can’t just…
Yes； you can。 Walk away。 Don’t you want to live？
I did。 I wanted to live。
Kyle could disappear。 And if he did； there was a chance that no one would ever hurt me again。 At least
not among the people here。 There was still the Seeker to consider； but maybe she would give up
someday； and then I could stay here indefinitely with the humans I loved。…
My leg throbbed； pain replacing some of the numbness。 Warm fluid trickled down my lips。 I tasted the
moisture without thinking and realized it was my blood。
Walk away； Wanderer。Iwant to live。 I want a choice； too。
I could feel the tremors from where I stood。 Another piece of floor splashed into the river。 Kyle’s weight
shifted； and he slid an inch toward the hole。
Let him go。
Melanie knew better than I what she was talking about。 This was her world。 Her rules。
I stared at the face of the man who was about to die—the man who wanted me dead。 With him
unconscious； Kyle’s face was no longer that of an angry animal。 It was relaxed； almost peaceful。
The resemblance to his brother was very apparent。
No！Melanie protested。
I heaved so hard I nearly pulled my arms from their sockets； but he didn’t move。 I heard a sound like the
trickle of sand through an hourglass as the floor continued to dissolve into tiny pieces。
I yanked again； but the only result was that the trickle sped up。 Shifting his weight was breaking the floor
faster。
Just as I thought that； a large chunk of rock plummeted into the river； and Kyle’s precarious balance was
overthrown。 He began to fall。
“No！”I screamed； the siren bursting from my throat again。 I flattened myself against the column and
managed to pin him to the other side； locking my hands around his wide chest。 My arms ached。
“Help me！” I shrieked。 “Somebody！ Help！”
CHAPTER 33
Doubted
Another splash。 Kyle’s weight tortured my arms。
“Wanda？ Wanda！”
“Help me！ Kyle！ The floor！ Help！”
I had my face pressed against the stone； my eyes toward the cave entrance。 The light was bright
overhead as the day dawned。 I held my breath。 My arms screamed。
“Wanda！ Where are you？”
Ian leaped through the door； the rifle in his hands； held low and ready。 His face was the angry mask his
brother had worn。
“Watch out！” I screamed at him。 “The floor is breaking up！ I can’t hold him much longer！”
It took him two long seconds to process the scene that was so different from the one he’d been
expecting—Kyle； trying to kill me。 The scene that had been； just seconds ago。
Then he threw the gun to the cave floor and started toward me with a long stride。
“Get down—disperse your weight！”
He dropped to all fours and scuttled to me； his eyes burning in the light of dawn。
“Don’t let go；” he cautioned。
I groaned in pain。
“One； two； three；” he grunted。
He pulled Kyle up against the rock； much more securely than I’d had him。 The movement smashed my
face into the pillar。 The bad side； though—it couldn’t get much more scarred at this point。
“I’m going to pull him to this side。 Can you squeeze out？”
“I’ll try。”
I loosened my hold on Kyle； feeling my shoulders ache in relief； making sure Ian had him。 Then I
wriggled out from between Ian and the rock； careful not to put myself on a dangerous section of the
floor。 I crawled backward a few feet toward the door； ready to make a grab for Ian if he started slipping。
Ian hauled his inert brother around one side of the pillar； dragging him in jerks； a foot at a time。 More of
the floor crumbled； but the foundation of the pillar remained intact。 A new shelf formed about two feet
out from the column of rock。
Ian crawled backward the way I had； dragging his brother along in short surges of muscle and will。
Within a minute； we were all three in the mouth of the corridor； Ian and I breathing in gasps。
“What… the hell… happened？”
“Our weight… was too… much。 Floor caved in。”
“What were you doing… by the edge？ With Kyle？”
I put my head down and concentrated on breathing。
Well； tell him。
What will happen then？
You know what will happen。 Kyle broke the rules。 Jeb will shoot him； or they’ll kick him out。
Maybe Ian will beat the snot out of him first。 That would be fun to watch。
Melanie didn’t really mean it—I didn’t think so； anyway。 She was just still mad at me for risking our lives
to save our would…be murderer。
Exactly；I told her。And if they kick Kyle out for me… or kill him… I shuddered。Well； can’t you see
how little sense that would make？ He’s one of you。
We’ve got a life here； Wanda。 You’re jeopardizing that。
It’s my life； too。 And I’m… well； I’m me。
Melanie groaned in disgust。
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“Nothing；” I muttered。
“You’re a rotten liar。 You know that； right？”
I kept my head down and breathed。
“What did he do？”
“Nothing；” I lied。 Poorly。
Ian put his hand under my chin； pulled my face up。 “Your nose is bleeding。” He twisted my head to the
side。 “And there’s more blood in your hair。”
“I—hit my head when the floor fell。”
“On both sides？”
I shrugged。
Ian glared at me for a long moment。 The darkness of the tunnel muted the brilliance of his eyes。
“We should get Kyle to Doc—he really cracked his head when he went down。”
“Why are you protecting him？ He tried to kill you。” It was a statement of fact； not a question。 His
expression slowly melted from anger to horror。 He was imagining what we had been doing on that
unstable shelf—I could see that in his eyes。 When I did not answer； he spoke again in a whisper。 “He
was going to throw you in the river。…” A strange tremor shook his body。
Ian had one arm around Kyle—he’d collapsed that way and seemed too tired to move。 Now he shoved
his unconscious brother away roughly； sliding farther from him in disgust。 He slid into me and wrapped his
arms around my shoulders。 He pulled me close against his chest—I could feel his breath go in and out；
still more ragged than normal。
It felt very strange。
“I should roll him right back in there and kick him over the edge myself。”
I shook my head frantically； making it throb in pain。 “No。”
“Saves time。 Jeb made the rules clear。 You try to hurt someone here； there are penalties。 There’ll be a
tribunal。”
I tried to pull away from him； but he tightened his grip。 It wasn’t frightening； not like the way Kyle had
grabbed me。 But it was upsetting—it threw me off balance。 “No。 You can’t do that； because no one
broke the rules。 The floor collapsed； that’s all。”
“Wanda —”
“He’s your brother。”
“He did nothing。 He is human；” I whispered。 “This is his place； not mine。”
“We’re not having this discussion again。 Your definition of human is not the same as mine。 To you； it
means something… negative。 To me； it’s a pliment—and by my definition； you are and he isn’t。 Not
after this。”
“Human isn’t a negative to me。 I know you now。 But Ian； he’s yourbrother 。”
“A fact that shames me。”
I pushed away from him again。 This time； he let me go。 It might have had something to do with the moan
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