*Hattie*
The world spins for a few minutes, and a sharp throb in the back of my head radiates toward my eyes. Through my closed eyelids, the world seems too bright for a well of this depth, and the idea that I should be sinking in a bottomless well has my eyes flying open.
But there’s no water–only air. And a gritty, earthy taste in my mouth.
This isn’t right. Where’s the water?
Spitting frantically, I look up just in time to see a clump of dirt falling toward me. I shield my eyes and move toward the side of the hole.
“Help!” My parched throat barely emits a sound.
“Keep at it. I’ll be but a moment.”
Who the hell is that?
Another lump of dirt falls on me.
“Hey!”
The barrage stops, but I purse my lips in anger and brush the dust off my face. “Nina! Harry! Help!”
No, that’s wr
