Chapter Thirteen
Grace could feel Nick’s heart beating firm and slow under her cheek, his skin warm against hers. She sighed contentedly and opened her eyes, watching as the light moved up and down on the cave wall and wondering why it was doing that. Then she realized the lamp was still on her head and Nick’s slow and rhythmic breathing was moving her, and the lamp, up and down in a steady motion.
She sat up and instantly regretted it, bracing herself as the cave dipped and swayed around her. Her fingers were clenched tightly around something. When she opened them, a slug fell out of her blood covered hands. She remembered. She scrambled around to find her pack and retrieve the first-aid kit, then pulled out one of the water bottles and took gauze to wipe at the blood that had dried on
