Chapter 23
The tunnel was worn smooth by repeated passage, but dirt still scraped off the ceiling from time to time and filtered through my hair. I ignored the itch, however, trying instead to figure out why I couldn’t smell my sister’s distinctive odor no matter how hard I sniffed.
Would Jackal have pushed his prisoner or pulled her? The male was lazy, I reasoned, so he’d likely kept Kira conscious so she could crawl into the darkness under her own volition. Still, my ferocious sister would have fought rather than giving in easily. She would have clawed, maybe even shifted form and bit at her captor’s hand. So why hadn’t her efforts left behind traces of her existence? Why didn’t I smell even the faintest hint of blood?
Behind us, the scrape of stone on pavement coincided with the exti
