I want to run toward the cry, but Jesse holds me back, his eyes narrowed.
“Why’re you stopping me?!” I hiss. “Can’t you hear her?! We have to go!”
“Something isn’t right.”
His words have me coming to a halt. “What do you mean?”
“Her voice,” he murmured, his eyes darting down the tunnels. “It’s moving.”
A moment later, he’s proven right when she cries out again. The voice is closer this time.
“Come on!” Jesse grabs my hand. “We have to go.”
“Go where?!”
I struggle, but he drags me into a smaller tunnel on the side. “Sshh! It is always better to know who you’re going up against!”
He has a point. “You want to get the drop on them?”
His voice is whisper soft, “Yeah. We don’t know who we’re dealing with.”
We wait for a few minutes, and soon enough, we hear soft footfalls.
My hands
