Wait, what? Meet again?
I tear my eyes from the minotaur long enough to glance at Chase. For the first time since I met him, he looks afraid. Which means I should be afraid too. I train my eyes on the minotaur once more, aiming my arrow at his chest and swallowing against the dryness in my throat. Olive’s words are a whispered memory inside my head: You’re going to wind up dead a whole lot sooner than I thought.
From the corner of my eye, I see Chase backing away. “What are you doing?” I whisper. “We can take this guy down. With my illusions and your strength, we can—”
“No,” he says. “We run.”
“But—”
“RUN!”
I release my weapons. Chase pushes me ahead of him. We hurtle along the tunnel with the minotaur’s angry cries and pounding footsteps following us. The tunnel splits and twists an
