The black water didn't merely swallow them; it crushed the breath straight from their lungs. The underground river was a bitterly cold, sightless void, roaring through the limestone tunnels with the pressure of a broken dam. Nora couldn’t tell which way was up. The bitterly cold current spun her around like a ragdoll, her shattered right arm trailing uselessly behind her, sending lines of agonizing heat straight to her brain every time her body slammed against the jagged rock walls.
Ethan, her mind screamed into the dark.
A heavy, solid form collided with her in the rushing water. Strong arms wrapped around her waist, anchoring her against the violent pressure of the current. Even in the absolute pitch black, the familiar jolt of static electricity snapped across her skin—cedar and crush
