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chunks of rock fell as the whole tunnel became unstable. Gabriel grabbed me under the shoulders and dragged me backward as giant boulders crashed into the mouth of the tunnel. The sight and sound of the demons were completely obscured by the crash of falling rock.
I pushed to my feet, shaking Gabriel away. The four of us stood watching the tunnel disappear. I hoped I’d done the right thing and that I hadn’t just buried Wade under a gigantic pile of rubble.
Huge clouds of dust billowed out of the hole where the exit used to be. I approached the rock pile, which still bore the sparkling remnants of electricity from my lightning bolts. Tiny blue arcs shot all over the surface, and far on the other side of the profusion of rock I heard the howls of demons. And I could hear the shifting of stone. I had blocked the tunnel, but it was a temporary measure. The demons would come for us as soon as they cleared the way.
5
“LET’S GET OUT OF HERE BEFORE THAT PILE COMES tumbling down,” I said.
I flew toward the upper cavern entrance, the other three following closely behind me. Beezle was huffing up there with the last couple machines. I caught up to him and took the objects out of his claws. He immediately flew up to my shoulder and landed with a grunt.
“You’d better have a realllly good reason for this,” he repeated. “And you owe me doughnuts, big-time.”
“Yeah, yeah,” I said, landing in the cave.
There was no sign of Jude or the cubs, but I could hear the echoes of the kids screaming from farther down the tunnel. The pile of cameras lay haphazardly stacked close to the place where the ramp tipped down.
I pulled off my overcoat and made a makeshift bag inwhich to carry the cameras. My entourage came through the entrance and crowded around me in curiosity.
“Madeline, why are you wasting your time with these devices?” Nathaniel asked.
There was a funny note in his voice, an emotion that I couldn’t place that made me glance up at him. I didn’t see anything unusual. He was scowling at me, but that was pretty much his default expression when he wasn’t trying to make amends with me.
“Whatever is in these cameras—or whatever they are—is behind those weird ghosts that keep popping up all over the city,” I said, stuffing the last of the devices in my coat and tying the sleeves together into a handle. I double-knotted it to make sure that it would stay and stood up. “Let’s go.”
“What ghosts?” Nathaniel asked.
“I’ll explain later,” I said.
“Yes, you had better,” Gabriel said, peering back the way we came from. “Some of the rocks are starting to shift.”
“The horde is coming through,” I said.
As I ran down the long passageway toward Jude and the cubs, I retracted my wings so that I could maneuver more easily in the narrow space. I glanced behind me to make sure the others followed. They did, but all three were hunched and grimacing. Unlike Agents, angels can’t make their wings disappear at will.
We caught up to Jude very quickly. He was red-faced and sweaty and quite obviously at the end of his rope. The cubs still screamed, endlessly. Some of them were getting hoarse.
“If we’re lucky, they’ll lose their voices,” Beezle muttered.
“Hush,” I said, though I privately agreed. Nothing seemedto stop the children from wailing. They were hurting themselves, and, even worse right now, they were broadcasting our location to any monster who cared to find us.
Jude gave me a look that spoke his frustration eloquently. The cubs would not move forward unless herded. If left to their own devices, they would either stand still and scream or else walk into the wall over and over again like malfunctioning wind-ups.
“There are five of you and twenty kids,” Beezle said. “What now, genius?”
“We’ll carry the littlest ones,” I said. “We can herd the older cubs.”
From far behind us I heard the ominous crashing of rock.
“Hurry, hurry,” I said,
I pushed to my feet, shaking Gabriel away. The four of us stood watching the tunnel disappear. I hoped I’d done the right thing and that I hadn’t just buried Wade under a gigantic pile of rubble.
Huge clouds of dust billowed out of the hole where the exit used to be. I approached the rock pile, which still bore the sparkling remnants of electricity from my lightning bolts. Tiny blue arcs shot all over the surface, and far on the other side of the profusion of rock I heard the howls of demons. And I could hear the shifting of stone. I had blocked the tunnel, but it was a temporary measure. The demons would come for us as soon as they cleared the way.
5
“LET’S GET OUT OF HERE BEFORE THAT PILE COMES tumbling down,” I said.
I flew toward the upper cavern entrance, the other three following closely behind me. Beezle was huffing up there with the last couple machines. I caught up to him and took the objects out of his claws. He immediately flew up to my shoulder and landed with a grunt.
“You’d better have a realllly good reason for this,” he repeated. “And you owe me doughnuts, big-time.”
“Yeah, yeah,” I said, landing in the cave.
There was no sign of Jude or the cubs, but I could hear the echoes of the kids screaming from farther down the tunnel. The pile of cameras lay haphazardly stacked close to the place where the ramp tipped down.
I pulled off my overcoat and made a makeshift bag inwhich to carry the cameras. My entourage came through the entrance and crowded around me in curiosity.
“Madeline, why are you wasting your time with these devices?” Nathaniel asked.
There was a funny note in his voice, an emotion that I couldn’t place that made me glance up at him. I didn’t see anything unusual. He was scowling at me, but that was pretty much his default expression when he wasn’t trying to make amends with me.
“Whatever is in these cameras—or whatever they are—is behind those weird ghosts that keep popping up all over the city,” I said, stuffing the last of the devices in my coat and tying the sleeves together into a handle. I double-knotted it to make sure that it would stay and stood up. “Let’s go.”
“What ghosts?” Nathaniel asked.
“I’ll explain later,” I said.
“Yes, you had better,” Gabriel said, peering back the way we came from. “Some of the rocks are starting to shift.”
“The horde is coming through,” I said.
As I ran down the long passageway toward Jude and the cubs, I retracted my wings so that I could maneuver more easily in the narrow space. I glanced behind me to make sure the others followed. They did, but all three were hunched and grimacing. Unlike Agents, angels can’t make their wings disappear at will.
We caught up to Jude very quickly. He was red-faced and sweaty and quite obviously at the end of his rope. The cubs still screamed, endlessly. Some of them were getting hoarse.
“If we’re lucky, they’ll lose their voices,” Beezle muttered.
“Hush,” I said, though I privately agreed. Nothing seemedto stop the children from wailing. They were hurting themselves, and, even worse right now, they were broadcasting our location to any monster who cared to find us.
Jude gave me a look that spoke his frustration eloquently. The cubs would not move forward unless herded. If left to their own devices, they would either stand still and scream or else walk into the wall over and over again like malfunctioning wind-ups.
“There are five of you and twenty kids,” Beezle said. “What now, genius?”
“We’ll carry the littlest ones,” I said. “We can herd the older cubs.”
From far behind us I heard the ominous crashing of rock.
“Hurry, hurry,” I said,
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