Page 26 of The Inheritance
I tugged Bear’s leash, and we padded into the open, heading for the gap. My enhanced vision snagged on the flowers. Deep blue. Poisonous when eaten. Everything in this fucking breach was trying to kill us.
Something thudded. I risked a glance. The bug had crashed into the wall, falling on its side, and the dragon bore down on it, mouth gaping. At the last moment, the silverfish flipped and dashed away, heading straight for us.
I ran, pulling Bear with me. We flew across the cave, scrambling over rocks. The air in my lungs turned to fire.
The bug was right behind us. I felt it there. I didn’t need to flex, I knew exactly where it was.
The gap loomed in front of us.
Bear and I scrambled into the darkness. For a moment I was running blind, and then my night vision kicked in. Ahead, the passage narrowed down to four feet wide.
Yes! The narrower the better.
An awful scraping noise came from behind us, the sound of bug legs digging into the rocks.
Beyond the narrow point lay darkness. It was too deep and too dark.
We dashed through the narrowed gap, and I slid to a halt, yanking Bear back. We stood on a seven-foot ledge. Beyond it the ground disappeared. There was no way down. There was just a gulf of empty dark nothing.
We were trapped.
The wall behind us shook.
I spun around.
The bug rammed the stone, trying to get its tail through, but the gap was too narrow. It screeched and struck the rock again. The mandibles shot toward me through the gap, slicing.
I jerked my right arm up on pure instinct. The cuff around my wrist flowed into my fingers and snapped into a long sharp spike, and I drove it into the bug’s head. The blade sliced through the right mandible and bit into the armored carapace. The mandible hung limp. I yanked the blade free and stabbed again, and again, and again, thrusting and jabbing in a panic-fueled frenzy. To my right, Bear launched forward, exploding into snarls, bit the mandible I had partially severed, and ripped it free.
The bug screeched. Pus-colored ichor wet its head. It tried to back up, but its head was wedged into the gap.
I kept jabbing. Bear bit and snapped, foam flying from her mouth.
Stab, stab, stab…
The bug collapsed. I drove the sword into it seven more times before my brain finally processed what I was seeing. The giant silverfish was dead. It wasn’t even twitching.
I heaved, trying to catch my breath. We killed it. Somehow we killed it.
Bear snarled next to me, biting a chunk of the bug she had torn off. All her fur stood on end.
“Good girl,” I breathed. “Finally snapped, huh?”
Bear growled and bit down. Chitin crunched.
The bug shuddered.
I jerked my sword up.
The silverfish slid backward, into the gloom of the dark passageway, and behind it, I saw the outline of a massive paw and pale glowing spots.
I dropped into a crouch and hugged Bear to me in case she decided to follow.
The silverfish vanished, swallowed by the darkness. The pale pink spots winked out.
5
The plane shuddered as it hit an air pothole. Elias put his hand on the glass of the ginger ale sitting on his desk to keep it from flying off.
