Harper
The hand came down through the grate, fingers spread, reaching.
Vane moved before I understood I was being moved. One arm hooked my waist and hauled me sideways off the ledge, down into the recess where the wall met the water, and we folded ourselves into the black like two things that had never existed.
I stopped breathing. Not a choice. My whole body just agreed it was the smart play.
The hand groped the dark above us. Close enough that I felt the water shift around it. An inch lower and they'd have caught my hair.
The same rotten cocktail that had nearly choked me on the way in held us now. Joe had Vane's nose, near enough, and the only reason it wasn't already pointed straight down at us was the water in our clothes and the mold thick enough to chew.
"Joe?" Fenn's voice, f
