Chapter 12Though she worked late into the night for the next few days, even going in on Sunday, Lyne did not see the Beast once. Nor did she hear the slightest sound indicating his presence, strain her ears though she might. But Tuesday morning, when she went to put her bag in its place on the shelf by the door, she found a fan-shaped seashell sitting there. She lingered late again that night but saw nothing, even when she went so far as to push aside some of the smaller rocks blocking the entrance to the inner caverns and stand there, listening.
The late nights took their toll. On Wednesday, she woke slowly, the sun in her eyes. She came to consciousness with one thought in her mind: no one on the team could have left that shell. For three days she’d been the first in and the last out. A
