22
OH, NO YOU DON’T
Jo restrains me with a hand on my arm before I can move toward it. I look up at her impatiently. “Thatcher tells me it is a maze in here, and easy to get turned around. No matter what happens, we all need to keep one another in sight.”
“Got it.” My knee throbbing, I take a few limping steps, and she stops me again. I want to stomp my foot in impatience. “Jo! Emma is running out of time!”
“You will, too if you do not pay attention! Do you not hear the fighting? We will get to Emma as soon as we can, but we cannot help her if we are dead. Now, get behind me, and do as I say!”
Furious at both of us, I wait for her to take the lead. Jo sets a pace that matches my urgency but is still manageable even for my limping gait. From the main cavern we encounter a seeming endle
