Elias cursed, bubbles rushing from his mouthpiece. He stared at the darkness, every instinct screaming to stay out. But the image of Edwin’s father, the one who’d never come back, flashed in his mind. And then he kicked forward. The cave swallowed him whole.
The tunnel tightened around them until the rock pressed close enough to scrape their tanks. Elias’s breath rasped loud in his ears. Every kick stirred clouds of silt that swirled and hung in the beam of his torch like smoke.