28: Deva
Deva
Chiron held the door open. “Come on!”
Lise darted through, followed by Wrench. Deva ran around the table.
As she passed Chiron a crash sounded from downstairs, followed by the stomping of heavy boots. Chiron forced himself behind her, and slammed the door. It clicked locked.
The corridor beyond was dry and narrow, and the only light came from a torch in Wrench’s hand.
“Lucky he brought that thing,” Deva muttered.
More light burst behind her. “He’s not the only one with a torch,” Chiron said. “Keep moving.”
She ran, between the two bobbing lights. There was a loud bang from behind the door, accompanied by raised, angry voices.
“Kaiahive?” she said between breaths.
“Most likely.” Chiron was right behind her, his voice loud in her ear. “But they can’t follow us in here
