Chapter Forty-One
I fall to the ground and pray that my rolling is just the right number inches to the right.
When I find that I’m still alive, I roll a few inches to the left—again hoping against all hope that it’s just the right number of inches.
The claw pierces the ground half an inch from my torso.
Yes!
The angry roar is music to my ears as I twist my body and leap to my feet.
Triumphantly, I jump into the gate—smack into Ariel’s back.
“I’m alive,” I mumble, over and over. “You guys, I’m alive.”
“I doubt that will last long.” Ariel steps away so I can see where we are. “We may want to go back.”
My breath catches as I look around.
She’s right.
If we stay here, we’re toast.
