CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
The CaveHer forehead banged into a hard surface and Leilah felt her lower left incisor burrow into her lip. The dog yelped as she landed on top of him and he squirmed to free himself, tangling her body in the rope. Rolling onto her side with a groan, Leilah released the harsh string from around her fingers, feeling it run through them and graze the skin. Moss tugged himself free and gave a dramatic shake, showering her with dead fern and dust. “Stay,” Leilah grunted, forcing herself onto her knees and resting a hand on the dog’s scruff. To her surprise he obeyed, laying next to her and panting. The torch beamed its light on a rock wall, creating flecks and moving shadows. Leilah retrieved it with her free hand and shone it around to get her bearings.
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