Chapter 77
“This isn’t right.”
His words sounded strange.
No echo.
No mandibular transmission along his jawbone.
Jeremy might as well have not spoken at all.
“Weird!” he yelled into the darkness.
He was isolated. Blind. Alone.
“Theresa!” No answer. No response.
“Morgan Le Fay! I’m not amused.”
Nothing.
He struggled to dip below the interface as Theresa had so coyly done while surfing. He couldn’t have done it better himself.
No luck.
His game software had no allowance for a space like this.
No override for him to trip. No consciousness here other than his own.
He missed Theresa. It was just too unreal that she’d noticed him. All the street-smarts he lacked wrapped up in such a master player. Her dive at the false priest had been perfect. Should have worked. And no one should
