Chapter Twelve
Sarah gasped for air as Tom surfaced in the cave next to the river. She swam behind him and climbed out of the water as he headed toward the collapsed entrance to the tunnels. Tom called back to her softly, “Take a moment to catch your breath. I blocked this entrance the last time I passed through here. I’ve got a few stones to move.”
Sarah sat on the edge of the stone shelf and squeezed the water out of her skirt then rang out her long hair. She shivered in the cool air. “You could have warned me you know.” She snapped at him. “These caves are cold enough without me dashing through them dripping wet.”
Tom chuckled in the darkness behind her, “What would you have done, brought a waterproof backpack with a change of clothes?”
Sarah frowned, defending herself, “The leather
