Page 242 of Affair
She could do that.
As the team got ready to move, there was one thing they all knew.
It was going to be a gross night.
In the swamp.
* * * Hunters * * *
The Stone Cave
Native Land
Same Time
It was dark out, and that didn’t make Poe feel any better about what was going on.
Seeing inside the cave was getting more difficult, and that was because all he had was that small fire.
What he wanted was daylight and Gamble to come back. Then, maybe, he wouldn’t be freaking out as much.
When you were alone with very little light, your imagination got the best of you.
He swore he heard chanting.
Then dogs howling somewhere in the distance.
The whole time, he was freaking out to the point that he was scared stupid. As his imagination was driving the bus, the worst thoughts popped into his head, and the biggest one was‘what if Gamble got caught?’
What if he didn’t make it back?
Well, shit.
Truth be told, Poe was borderline freaking the fuck out as he thought about all the what ifs.
Getting up from being near the fire, he started moving around the grotto, trying to figure out how he would get out of there if any of those possible outcomes happened.
Well, he wasn’t going out the way they came in—that was for sure.
That meant taking a different route.
Honestly, all Poe could think was one thing.
‘Don’t touch the walls.’
That one warning from Gamble was stuck in his brain, bouncing around.
That was pretty damn menacing for him, and something he didn’t plan on doing anytime soon.
That was for damn sure.
As for escape routes, the only other way out was the way Gamble left, and he checked it out—the best he could in the shadows.
It was an opening tucked among more rocks, and it wasn’t large at all. That meant he’d have to touch the walls.
NOPE.
There was no doubt in Poe’s mind that he was dying in that cave. If Gamble didn’t come back for him, he was going to starve to death, and never be found.
