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from Sasha's Journey by Sheri Conaway

Copyright © 2014–2020 Sheri Conaway

Chapter 20

The subvocal conversation Phil was having with the other captives in the mine carried a sense of urgency today.

“Something’s changed. I can’t put my finger on it, but I don’t think we have much time left to figure out who and what we’re dealing with before we need to get the hell out of here.”

“At least it seems to be getting easier to talk to each other. I could swear I caught thoughts from someone outside the mine today.” Phil’s head snapped up and he whacked it painfully against the rock to which he was chained. Karl’s words meant more than he realized.

“That can only mean the communication block I felt while at the house in Adamsville, and again when we got here is beginning to weaken.” A crease formed between his brows as he considered the implications of such a significant change. He reached out with his mind and found a noticeable increase in Earth energy, but anything would be noteworthy after the complete lack he’d experienced since moving to the desert.

“Well Boss Man,” Karl drawled, “I reckon things are gonna get interesting purty quick, here. Whatcha think we oughtta do?”

His friend’s words and corny accent had the desired effect on Phil. Karl had always been able to get him out of his own head and give him the objectivity he needed in a crisis.

“I dunno, Hoss,” Phil replied in kind “mebbe we should rassle up them folks at Headquarters and tell ‘em to send us a posse.”

Several people burst out laughing and one spoke up before Karl could think of a suitable reply.

“We’d be better off ordering up a troupe of trained monkeys, Phil. Those old farts are the reason you took things into your own hands in first place. Not like we really need ‘em to find a way out of this dung hole anyway.”

“You don’t seriously think I’d try to contact them do you? What if my suspicions were right and the Council has been compromised? We could walk right into a trap.”

“Tess had to trust someone, Sebastian if nobody else, if she was going to get the children to a safe place and start training them like we should have. What if she trusted the wrong person?” Barbara’s words acted like a bucket of ice water on the humor Karl had infused into the conversation.

“Honey, have you ever seen anyone successfully lie to that cat?” Phil’s voice still held a note of the previous amusement.

“Well, there is that. But you can’t fault me for being overly concerned about Sasha right now.”

“She’s safe. Energy vacuum or no, you’d know i...






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