“Great,” he muttered. “Fifty-fifty.”
The world exploded.
“Light the lantern,” he gasped.
Leo’s phone trembled in his hand. “I—what?” Into pitch black
“Leo,” she said. “I knew you’d come left.” “Great,” he muttered
Leo threw his phone into the right passage. It sailed end over end, screen still glowing, and the creature whipped around, drawn to the brighter, more frantic source. Mira dropped the match into the lantern’s wick. screen still glowing
Behind them, the crack in the earth sighed shut. And the pitch black, for now, was full again.