Chapter 57
Michael and Zoe’s slide seemed to go on forever before it finally stopped. To Michael’s surprise, the sky had turned dark. Somehow, it was night. He sat up, brushing the dirt and pine needles from his hair and clothes.
Zoe stood, doing the same. “I’m afraid you need a bath,” she said with a laugh as she reached up and picked some needles from his hair.
“I’m not the only one,” he joined her with a smile, all the while hoping that whatever or whoever was following them was still high on the mountain.
“Where did the day go?” she murmured as they both stood. They were on a well-worn footpath. With a start, Michael realized that even in moonlight, it looked far too familiar. They were on the path up from the camp to the dig site and were just steps from the top.
“No, no, no!” he
