Chapter 20

           TheGriever’sspikestoreintothestone,throwingshreddedivyandrockchipsineverydirection.Itsarmsshiftedaboutlikethelegsofthebeetleblade,somewithsharppicksthatdroveintothestoneofthewallforsupport.AbrightlightontheendofonearmpointeddirectlyatThomas,onlythistime,thebeamdidn’tmoveaway.

           Thomasfeltthelastdropofhopedrainfromhisbody.

           Heknewtheonlyoptionleftwastorun.I’msorry,Alby,hethoughtasheunraveledthethickvinefromhischest.Usinghislefthandtoholdtighttothefoliageabovehim,hefinishedunwrappinghimselfandpreparedtomove.Heknewhecouldn’tgoupthatwouldbringtheGrieveracrossthepathofAlby.Down,ofcourse,wasonlyanoptionifhewantedtodieasquicklyaspossible.

           Hehadtogototheside.

           Thomasreachedoutandgrabbedavinetwofeettotheleftofwherehehung.Wrappingitaroundhishand,heyankedonitwithasharptug.Itheldtrue,justlikealltheothers.AquickglancebelowrevealedthattheGrieverhadalreadyhalvedthedistancebetweenthem,anditwasmovingfasteryet,nomorepausesorstops.

           Thomasletgooftheropehe’dusedaroundhischestandheavedhisbodytotheleft,scrapingalongthewall.BeforehispendulumswingtookhimbacktowardAlby,hereachedoutforanothervine,catchinganicethickone.Thistimehegrabbeditwithbothhandsandturnedtoplantthebottomofhisfeetonthewall.Heshuffledhisbodytotherightasfarastheplantwouldlethim,thenletgoandgrabbedanotherone.Thenanother.

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