“Marcus, you can’t do this.”
He raised a hand, closing his fingers into a fist and pointing his ring at her. “Step aside, Miri,” he warned. “I won’t ask again.”
In the darkness, he could see that she had raised her pistol again. “I won’t,” she insisted. “You’re not going to hurt me, Marcus. I know you better than that.”
“Then I will simply find another way out of this pyramid.”
He turned and ran.
“By the eyes of Vengeance,” Miri cursed, slamming her pistol back into its holster. She ran out of the tunnel and chased her brother around the raised floor. He vanished around a corner, but she could still hear his footsteps. There was still a chance that she could set matters right. If she could just talk some sense into him before he made matters worse. Desa would forgive him; she knew it.
