Jack slipped both hands into his pockets, bowing his head until he looked like some kid standing in the corner at this first high school dance. “Well, then,” he muttered. “Who votes we look inside the creepy, ominous cave?”
Jena turned her head to watch him with a flat expression, her eyes full of challenge. “You think that"s a good idea?” she asked. “In all likelihood, the only thing you"ll find in there is a broken ankle.”
“We came this far.”
He turned on his heel, trailing his fingers over the rock wall until he reached the mouth of the cave. Something inside him felt tense; he was dimly aware of the beating of his own heart. When he peered into the hole, only darkness stared back at him.
Thrusting his left fist out, Jack said, “Multi-tool active. Flashlight.” A bright cone of radia
