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There was a gaping hole, open to the blue sky above. Early-morning sunlight filtered in.
“Go.” I pushed her toward a pile of rubble that we could use to climb up.
Colbie scrambled upward, and I followed. Finally, we pulled ourselves up onto the grass surrounding the giant hole. I scanned the trees, but didn’t see any monsters.
I studied her face and arm. Damn, her skin was red and blistered.
She met my gaze. “I’ll be fine, Marc. Focus.”
“Okay, it isn’t far to the pickup point.” I pulled her to her feet. “Let’s?—”
Her eyes widened, as she looked over my shoulder. “Marc!”
I spun, already reaching for my carbine.
A threader stepped out of the trees, its sightless face focused on us.
Hell.
CHAPTER TEN
Colbie
My heart went wild as we stared at the threader. Its oil-slick skin seemed to absorb the sunlight, and its eerie face was aimed in our direction.
It cocked his head, and I knew it was focused on us.
“Stay behind me,” Marc said.
I stepped back. We were so close to getting out of here.
My face and arm were stinging like hell, and I kept my damaged arm cradled against my chest.
Marc lifted his carbine, not taking his gaze off the monster.
The creature launched forward, and Marc fired.
The threader dodged, its mouth flaring open.
My stomach dropped. It looked like some demonic flower.
The web substance sprayed out and hit Marc’s hand and carbine. He cursed, shaking his arm, trying to get free of the sticky stuff.
The carbine fell to the ground, coated in web.
Marc backed up, and the threader advanced.
Reaching down, he yanked his knife out of its sheath.
Oh God. I didn’t want him getting too close to that thing. I knew they were strong. One had dragged North off during a mission, and he was a tall, fit guy.
Marc and the threader charged at each other.
The monster sprayed web, but Marc dived and rolled across the grass. He came up close to the threader and stabbed his knife into its thigh.
The monster let out an enraged sound. It swung out a long, thin arm, but Marc rolled and got to his feet. Then he leaped, and rammed his knife into the threader’s bony chest.
The monster let out a high-pitched squeal and flung Marc off.
