Page 21 of The Labyrinth
“Processing what?”
“Not what.Who.”
Her eyes widened as the message sank in.
“What?”Denial swept through her.“No way.Does your kind eat people?”
“Minotaurs?No.Komodo dragons?They’ve been known to.”
Horror filled her as she connected the dots.Then she wanted to puke.
Chapter Ten
Did Peter suffer thisfate?Had he been in a bag, carried off into the bowels of Hell and become a snack for some giant lizard?
No.She refused to think this was how Peter died.Thiswasn’tthe end of the journey.
“I have to get in there,” she said.“I have to check if Peter is back there.”
She went to stand, but Deacon yanked on her hand, impeding her plan.
“No,” he whispered-snapped.“You are their main course.”
“I don’t care,” she spat.“I have to see if Peter was here.”
She yanked on her arm, but he wouldn’t let her go.
“We’ll figure this out, but we have to leave,” he urged.“We’re going to need backup.”
“What if she moves him?What if he’s alive right now but they’re getting ready to ...marinate him or something?”
Deacon cupped her face.“We’ll find him, but my priority is you.I have to protect you.Please, Marion, we’ll return.I promise, as soon as I think of a plan.”
Her decision wavered.The need to find out what happened against self-preservation.Then, the decision was taken out of her hands when one of the workers stepped behind the equipment where they hid, holding a gun.
“Who the fuck are you?”The man had a scar across his forehead.For a moment, she could’ve sworn they flashed yellow.“Move.”
