CHAPTER SEVEN
The purple gas was slowly but surely filling the cage. Bolt pressed as far back against the wall as he could, even sucking in his gut despite know how useless that was. His eyes darted this way and that as he tried to find an exit, but the cage was completely sealed off. He estimated that he had about a minute, maybe a minute and a half, before the purple gas completely filled the chamber and killed him.
His eyes darted over to Shade’s cage. Like him, she was up against the wall of her cage, which was also slowly filling up with the poison gas. Terror shone in her eyes. She looked over at Bolt with pleading eyes, as if to ask him if he had a plan, but he didn’t. He was just praying for a miracle at this point, but he wasn’t sure that they would get one.
He glanced over his
