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didn’t have time to analyse it now. My gut told me to run, but running wasn’t an option, so I settled for dragging Ryder toward the door as fast as I could. We broke into the mist outside and didn’t stop. I moved as fast as I could, taking as much of his weight as possible.
    “Faster, little one, faster!” the voice said.
    Where the fuck was he?
    The ground beneath our feet began to tremble, and I knew they were almost here. I knew we wouldn’t make it, not without a little help, and then I had an idea.
    “Grab hold of me. Wrap your arms around me really tight and do not let go!” I said to Ryder.
    Ryder, to his credit, didn’t ask why, just did as he was told while I grabbed the rope attached to my harness and tugged. Three times, hard and fast, then once, twice and a third time with a brief pause in between, then three times again, hard and fast.
    SOS. Dammit! Please, Bernadette!
    Nothing happened.
    The trembling was getting worse, and I locked eyes with Ryder. He leaned in and pressed his lips to my forehead and then squeezed me tight because we both knew we were doomed.
    My body lurched forward as the rope on my harness snapped taut.
    Ryder’s lips curled in a grin.
    “Buckle your seatbelts, this is gonna hurt like a bitch.”
    We lurched forward a second later, just as the soil around us erupted and black, hairy, eight-legged creatures with faces burst up into the air.
    They screeched and made for us, but we were sliding across the ground now, and the landscape was whizzing by. Bernadette was hauling us in.

CLAY
    Clay burst into the Eye. “Where is she? Where’s Ashling?”
    Blake spun away from the monitors scanning the landscape leading up to the Horizon. His eyes widened with shock. “Clay? What the hell?”
    Clay rushed over to the screens, scanning them, trying to find the reaping team.
    The hatch behind him opened, and he glanced up to see Fred storm in.
    He threw his harness at the hook on the wall. “You need to put a leash on your fucking sister!”
    Clay was on him before he had a chance to think about his actions. His hands curled around the Reaper’s neck, hauling him close. “What the hell are you talking about?”
    “Get off, you psycho!” Fred clawed at Clay’s hands.
    Clay tightened his grip.
    “Clay, get off him, this isn’t helping!” Blake pulled at his shoulders. “Ash is out there, this isn’t helping her. Let him speak!”
    Blake was right; Fred couldn’t tell them what had happened if he couldn’t breathe.
    Clay released the Reaper and stood back. “Talk.”
    Fred rubbed at his throat and glared daggers at Clay.
    “What happened, Fred?” Blake asked. He used his voice of authority, the one that said he was in charge, the one that said “do not mess with me.” Clay both loved and hated that voice. Right now, he loved it.
    Fred rolled his shoulders. “Ryder was compromised, and instead of cutting him loose, your fucking sister decided to go after him. She almost took Bernadette down with her, and now the stupid bitch is out there somewhere, and Bernadette, the soft cow, refuses to come in while she’s still tethered.”
    Clay was already climbing up toward the hatch.
    “Clay! Wait!”
    He ignored his lover, ignored his fear, ignored everything, and pushed up into the dead air.
    His sister was in trouble; he had to help. He ran without thinking—no baton, no weapon—through the darkness in the general direction of the winch. He spotted George first then Bernadette. They were hauling something in. A dark form burst out of the Horizon.
    Bernadette’s cry drifted on the wind. “Ashling!”
    Clay picked up the pace, running flat out, then skidding to a halt and falling to his knees right before the dark mass—the entwined, unconscious bodies of Ash and Ryder.
    She was bloody and beat up, her clothes torn to shreds in places, but a quick pulse check told him she was alive. A sob caught in his throat.
    Bernadette fell to her knees beside him. “Your sister is one