Chapter 66
“Nattie, how long have we been down here?” Etta asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Her pale fingers traced the jagged lines of the damp rock wall beside her, a futile attempt to mark the passage of time.
“I have no idea,” Natalie responded, her voice no louder than Etta’s. She stared into the inky blackness, the only light coming from the faint bioluminescent moss on the cavern ceiling. It was just enough to make out Etta’s form, curled into a tight ball just a few feet away.
“Do you think Ryker will ever come back?” Etta asked the question, which hung in the air like a heavy shroud.
“I don’t know. The potion wore off the moment he mated with us.” Natalie’s jaw clenched. The brief moment of intimacy had been a sham, a cruel trick they played on Ryker, but it was he who
