The link flared to life, and Michael touched her thoughts. Warmth wrapped around her, a cocoon of comfort and strength. A girl could get used to this, she thought, and alarm stabbed through her heart. Because shewas getting used to it, and it would only make his leaving all that much harder to bear.
They plowed on through the icy water, but each step felt as if they were forcing their way through molasses.
Michael squeezed her hand gently. "Halfway there. Don't worry, we'll make it."
"You mean there is an end to this lake?" If there was, the flashlight couldn't pick it out. "Yes. And the path's beginning to slope upwards again."
They'd been following a path? She stepped on something slimy and slipped sideways, yelping in fright. The flashlight dipped under the water and darkness closed in, thick and heavy.Oh no...
Michael yanked her upright, almost pulling her arm out of its socket.
