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SHIT.
I fell to my knees and clawed at the ground, pulling rocks out of the opening.
It was deep and dark and sounded hollow.
Did I hear splashing? Had he fallen in the water and was he now unconscious and drowning in an underground pool?
“Reida!”
My voice echoed in there, and I realised immediately that I’d made a mistake and might have given away our position.
Crap. But I had to go after him.
“Give me the rope.”
I yanked it off Thayu’s shoulder, tied it to a tree, then around my waist and let myself sink into the hole. The entrance was narrow and little avalanches of dirt trickled into my face and down my neck.
The ground crumbled away under my feet.
In a moment of panic, I fell a short distance until the rope yanked taut—ouch—and dangled in nothingness.
Shit. How far down
