Chapter Eight
We break the surface gasping, the bioluminescent water casting our faces in an eerie blue glow. The chamber's bigger than it looked from above, stretching into darkness in all directions.
“Everyone okay?” Jennifer asks between breaths.
“Define okay,” I say. “Because something just brushed against my leg and it definitely wasn't a friendly hel…
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