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around the park quickly. Come on!”
How the hell would he know all that? I didn’t know theme parks had an
underground.
But I can feel the threat of Trey at my back, so I let out a breath and
swing around the bannister, heading down after Ten.
“There are lights on down here,” he says as he reaches the bottom, and I
come up behind him, glancing over his shoulder to see what lies ahead.
My stomach somersaults. The long, subterranean path is built solely of
concrete, a square tunnel about ten feet wide from side to side and top to
bottom. There are scattered puddles, probably from rain run-off, a pipe leak,
or maybe cracks in the walls letting in ocean water. They glimmer with the
track lighting overhead.
A black void looms at the end of the tunnel, and I run my hands up and
down my arms, suddenly cold.
“The lights are probably connected to the city,” I say. “Maybe they’re
on all the time.”
Of course, I have no idea—and why would they be on all the time? But
lying to myself makes me feel better.
I hear a door slam up above, and I jump, glancing up the stairs for a
split-second before planting my hand on Ten’s back and pushing him
forward.
“Shit,” I whisper. “Go, go, go!”
We race down the tunnel, my heart beating against my chest as we pass
random doors and more passageways leading off to the sides of the main
one we’re running down. I stay straight, though, feeling an excited smile
creep up despite my fear.
I can’t help but think if it were Misha chasing us, he wouldn’t run after
me. But he wouldn’t lose, either. He’d find a way to outsmart me.