Lucas appears. “The pocket is the exact same width and length as this island. The horses are down there. Dana is with them.” He turns to me. “She’s using a whip to make them run. The vibrations are making the walls crumble. It’s almost like . . . ” Lucas doesn’t finish.
Like the horses are moments away from a grave of water, or a grave of sand.
“Is there any way for them to run up a wall?” I ask, going down a mental checklist.
Lucas shakes his head. “The walls are all practically vertical. There’s a hole in the floor. Dana is guarding it.”
“How big is it?” I ask.
“Big enough for them to fit one, two at a time max.”
“Is it the only way?” I bite down on my lip.
“Yes. But Tanzy, it might not be a way out.”
I draw in a measured breath. “We send them down the hole,” I decide. “We have t
