Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 123779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 619(@200wpm)___ 495(@250wpm)___ 413(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 123779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 619(@200wpm)___ 495(@250wpm)___ 413(@300wpm)
“I’m trying my best,” Matt says, but he struggles to keep up. “Will we really be safe in the cave?”
“It has water and shelter. It’s all we need.”
“What about food?”
“I’ll hunt,” the military guy mutters.
I see the mountain rising behind the waterfall.
“I’m tired, Dylan,” Matt gasps.
“Fine. We can rest here for ten minutes. We were lucky to get away from the city. Half of the country is gone. The radio said that tsunamis have struck all over the world. We’re going to take cover as high above sea level as possible and wait this thing out.”
“Okay,” Matt groans as he sits down on a small boulder. “I can’t believe all the disasters. It’s terrifying. What if hiding in a cave doesn’t help?”
“It has to,” Dylan mutters, his eyes roving over their surroundings as if he’s watching for threats.
The ground beneath them begins to tremble, and Matt immediately jumps up and moves to Dylan’s side.
As the vision fades from my mind, my head hurts so badly I can only let out a soft groan.
Raighne’s fingers brush over my temple, easing the ache, then he asks, “What did you see?”
“Two men somewhere in the US.”
I lift my head from his thigh and push myself off the ground, climbing to my feet.
When I move toward the waterfall again, Raighne orders, “Slow down. Tell us what we’re walking into.”
I glance at my group, then letting out a sigh, I say, “Finian and Brenna, please stay with the group.” I turn my attention to Raighne. “Two men. Dylan and Matt. I think they’re brothers. Dylan gave me the impression he’s had military training, and Matt gives me a professor vibe. They’re in a national park of some sort and near a waterfall, so we have to move fast.”
Raighne nods, and placing his hand on my lower back, he walks with me into the pool. We wade through the water to the curtain, and I take hold of his hand before I bring up the image of the waterfall we need to shift to.
“Ready?” I ask.
“Yes. I can see the waterfall clearly. Let’s go.”
Stepping into the curtain, I feel dizzy. Everything is taking one hell of a physical toll on me, and I don’t know how much longer I’m going to last.
When I come out on the other side, I suck in a few deep breaths and wait for my head to stop spinning.
After wiping the water from my eyes, I scan the area. It looks the same as in my vision.
“We need to move,” I hear Dylan say.
“What if we go into the cave, and another earthquake hits, and we’re buried alive,” Matt rambles, clearly scared of everything that’s been happening.
Thank God. At least they’re still nearby.
I wade through the water toward the embankment, and Raighne helps me out. When we’re both standing on a grassy patch, I point at the boulders where Dylan and Matt are resting.
“I’ll let you handle it, but if one of them gets aggressive, I’m taking over.”
I glance up at Raighne. “Just don’t hurt them.”
I’m sure I look like some crazy swamp woman, and I hope it doesn’t freak the two men out too much.
When we move closer and make our way around a boulder, Dylan’s head snaps in our direction, and he quickly moves closer to Matt.
“Hey,” he mutters, giving us a cautious look.
“Hi,” I respond, keeping my tone non-threatening. Noticing Dylan is armed, I hope to God he doesn’t shoot me.
Here goes nothing.
“My name is Alchera, and this is Raighne. I’m sure you’ve noticed all the disasters around the world.”
“Yeah,” Dylan replies, his eyes flicking between Raighne and me. “That’s why we’re out here. You?”
“Please, don’t freak out,” I cringe, already knowing this isn’t going to go well, “but I’m here to save you and Matt. You need to come with us.”
Dylan’s eyebrow lifts, and the next second, he reaches for the weapon at his hip.
When Raighne moves slightly in front of me, Dylan yells, “That’s close enough.” He points the gun right at us. “I suggest you leave the way you came.”
“Go back to the curtain. I’m going to move Matt your way. Grab him and shift back to Ireland. I’ll follow with Dylan.” Raighne’s voice sounds in my mind.
“You sure? He has a gun.”
“Which can’t kill us. Go, Alchera.”
I move cautiously back to the pool, holding my hands in front of me so Dylan can see them at all times. “We’re going,” I tell him, hoping to set him at ease.
“You too,” he growls at Raighne.
“I’ll move as soon as she’s safe.”
When I climb into the pool, Dylan frowns at me, and shaking his head, he yells, “What the fuck are you doing?”
I quickly wade to the curtain. “Now!”
Raighne doesn’t move a muscle, but suddenly Matt flies through the air with a terrified cry ripping from him.