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“Sage!” Bee shrieked as the water flowed around us.
Sage shook his head. “I cannot understand! The tide should not come in for several more hours!”
“It changed its mind!” I yelped as I leapt onto the lowest wall of the fountain.
“To the tunnel!” he shouted as he grabbed her hand and pulled her in that direction.
I followed behind, but the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. The sensation made me freeze and I whipped my head around. The dark figure of Betz stood on the other side of the fountain. A sly smile lay on his lips and his red eyes glowed in the dim light.
“Leaving so soon?” he mused, and his voice rang out in the grotto.
My grandparents stopped and turned back to me. “Jane!” Sage shouted, and behind them more water poured out of the tunnel. “We have to-” He
