“We’re not alone?” Quill said.
“What part of shh don’t you get?” Mykal stood in an open rock chamber. The red orb bounced above, rotating. “It’s nothing. I just thought I—I sensed someone.”
shh “I’m stuck.”
Mykal reached back into the crevice, latched onto Quill’s hand, and then tugged.
“Again.”
“I’m trying,” Mykal said. He pressed a foot against the rocks and pulled, leaning backward. Quill came free. Mykal fell back onto his rump, and grunted. Quill landed on top of him. “Well, this is awkward.”
“You forget. You can see. I feel blind as a bat in here,” he said.
“Bats can fly around just fine in the dark. I think they’d be offended if they heard you compare yourself to their species.”
To Mykal’s eyes, the room was cast in a red glow. It was not a large area, but nearly round. Perf
