The ledge of the rock exit was worn down, but it scraped my palms and shins as I scrambled through it. It hurt, stiff as I was, to wrench myself erect, and my breath caught. My head swam as the blood flowed downward.
I looked for only one thing—where Jared was, so that I could put myself between him and his attackers.
They all stood frozen in place, staring at me. Jared had his back to the wall, his hands balled into fists and held low. In front of him, Kyle was hunched over, clutching his stomach. Ian and a stranger flanked him a few feet back, their mouths open with shock. I took advantage of their surprise. In two long, shaky strides, I moved between Kyle and Jared.
Kyle was the first to react. I was less than a foot from him, and his primary instinct was to shove me away. His hand struck my shoulder and heaved me toward the floor. Before I could fall, something caught my wrist and yanked me back to my feet.
As soon as he realized what he’d done, Jared dropped my wrist like my skin was oozing acid.
“Get back in there,” he roared at me. He shoved my shoulder, too, but it wasn’t as hard as Kyle’s push. It sent me staggering two feet back toward the hole in the wall.
The hole was a black circle in the narrow hallway. Outside the small prison, the bigger cave looked just the same, only longer and taller, a tube rather than a bubble. A small lamp—powered by what, I couldn’t guess—lit the hallway dimly from the ground. It cast strange shadows on the features of the men, turning them into scowling monster faces.
I took a step toward them again, turning my back to Jared.
“I’m what you want,” I said directly to Kyle. “Leave him alone.”
No one said anything for a long second.
“Tricky bugger,” Ian finally muttered, eyes wide with horror.
“I said get back in there,” Jared hissed behind me.
I turned halfway, not wanting Kyle out of my sight. “It’s not your duty to protect me at your own expense.”
Jared grimaced, one hand rising to push me back toward the cell again.
I skipped out of the way; the motion moved me toward the ones who wanted to kill me.
Ian grabbed my arms and pinned them behind me. I struggled instinctively, but he was very strong. He bent my joints too far back and I gasped.
“Get your hands off her!” Jared shouted, charging.
Kyle caught him and spun him around into a wrestling hold, forcing his neck forward. The other man grabbed one of Jared’s thrashing arms.
“Don’t hurt him!” I screeched. I strained against the hands that imprisoned me.
Jared’s free elbow rammed into Kyle’s stomach. Kyle gasped and lost his grip. Jared twisted away from his attackers and then lunged back, his fist connecting with Kyle’s nose. Dark red blood spattered the wall and the lamp.
“Finish it, Ian!” Kyle yelled. He put his head down and hurtled into Jared, throwing him into the other man.
“No!” Jared and I cried at the same moment.
Ian dropped my arms, and his hands wrapped around my throat, choking off my air. I clawed at his hands with my useless, stubby nails. He gripped me tighter, dragging my feet off the floor.
It hurt—the strangling hands, the sudden panic of my lungs. It was agony. I writhed, more trying to escape the pain than the murdering hands.
Click, click.
I’d only heard the sound once before, but I recognized it. So did everyone else. They all froze, Ian with his hands locked hard on my neck.
“Kyle, Ian, Brandt—back off!” Jeb barked.
No one moved—just my hands, still clawing, and my feet, twitching in the air.
Jared suddenly darted under Kyle’s motionless arm and sprang at me. I saw his fist flying toward my face, and closed my eyes.
A loud thwack sounded inches behind my head. Ian howled, and I dropped to the floor. I crumpled there at his feet, gasping. Jared retreated after an angry glance in my direction and went to stand at Jeb’s elbow.
“You’re guests here, boys, and don’t forget it,” Jeb growled. “I told you not to go looking for the girl. She’s my guest, too, for the moment, and I don’t take kindly to any of my guests killing any of the others.”
“Jeb,” Ian moaned above me, his voice muffled by the hand held to his mouth. “Jeb. This is insane.”
“What’s your plan?” Kyle demanded. His face was smeared with blood, a violent, macabre sight. But there was no evidence of pain in his voice, only controlled and simmering anger. “We have a right to know. We have to decide whether this place is safe or if it’s time to move on. So… how long will you keep this thing as your pet? What will you do with it when you’re finished playing God? All of us deserve to know the answers to these questions.”
Kyle’s extraordinary words echoed behind the pulse thudding in my head. Keep me as a pet? Jeb had called me his guest.… Was that another word for prisoner? Was it possible that two humans existed that did not demand either my death or my torture-wrung confession? If so, it was nothing less than a miracle.