Bloodrose (19 page)

Like the Haldis outpost in Denver, this hideout was built for function—though that function caught me off guard.

“Is this a dive shop?” Shay turned in a circle to look at the masks, fins, and tanks that lined the walls.

“We don’t get a lot of business, but it’s a good cover.” A young man with curly black hair and sparkling eyes answered. “Look at that sword! You must be him.”

“Nothing gets past you, does it, Miguel?” Connor, laughing, hugged the new arrival. “Good to see you, friend.”

“And you,
amigo,
” Miguel answered before greeting Ethan. “How’s Grumpy?”

“I’ve been worse.” Ethan grinned.

“Can we cut the class reunion short?” Adne’s hands were on her hips. “I’m starving and the clock’s ticking.”

“Class reunion?” I asked.

Adne gestured to three men, who were huddled together, whispering and laughing. “The Three Amigos over there were in the same Academy class. They had quite the reputation.”

“Had?” Connor looked up. “When did our reputation become past tense?”

Adne rolled her eyes, but Inez put an arm around the girl’s shoulders and led her into the next room, beckoning us to follow.

After our Italian meals I expected all future food to be a disappointment. I couldn’t have been more wrong. A feast of
sopas, pa-nuchos,
and delicately seasoned, unbelievably fresh fish was spread before us. Every bite was heaven. I wanted to gorge myself on the food—which was unlike anything I’d ever tasted—but my mind quickly fixed on the battle ahead. Inez, seated at the head of the table, spoke to us as we ate.

“Once you’ve finished, we’ll head out,” she said. “Gabriel is making preparations now.”

“What kind of resistance are we expecting?” I asked. “More Guardians?”

“There are Guardians here,” Miguel said.
“Yaguares.”

“Yaguares?”
Nev asked. “You mean like panthers?”

Inez nodded. Ren and Nev exchanged a glance.

“I was kind of hoping for more bears,” Nev said. “Cats are gonna suck.”

“We’re fighting cats?” Mason’s face squished up. “Yuck. They taste terrible.”

“You ate a cat?” Shay asked. My stomach twisted. I could imagine little more disgusting than cat meat.

“Not ate,” Mason said. “Bit . . . and killed.”

We all stared at him.

“Hey—” He held his hands up defensively. “It attacked me. Crazy feline.”

“If all goes well, you will not face
las sombras,
” Inez said. “Our plan is to avoid them. It is never easy to fight in the jungle, and it is where
las sombras
are deadliest.”

“
Las sombras
favor the trees,” Miguel said. “They drop from above.”

“How many?” Ren asked.

“Like the bears, they prefer solitude,” he replied. “But still, they are deadly.”

“So what do we do?” I asked. “Same as Tordis? You lure the kitties away while we head into the cave?”

Miguel shook his head. “It is no cave.
Es un cenoté.”

“Oh, man.” Shay shuddered. “Seriously?”

Miguel nodded.

“What’s a si-note-ay?” Mason fumbled with the word.

Shay had gone slightly green. “It’s where the Mayans made sacrifices to their gods—deep sinkholes that run for miles beneath the surface. Sometimes they lead into networks of underwater caves. They’re all over this region, right?”

“Sí.”
Miguel’s face was grim.

“The Spanish called them
sagrados,
” Silas said. “Wells of sacrifice.”

“Wells of sacrifice?” Sabine’s eyes widened.

“They threw people in,” Shay said.

“And Eydis is inside one of these sacrifice wells?” I asked.

“Yes,” Silas said.

“Does that mean we have to climb down into a sinkhole?” Sabine asked. “’Cause that doesn’t sound like fun.”

“
Las sombras
watch from the branches,” Miguel said. “We would not have time to rappel into the cave before they attacked.”

“What about that thingy Adne can do?” Mason asked. “Can’t she open a portal down inside the cave? Like in Eden?”

“Sorry. No can do.” Adne shook her head. “We don’t have any idea what’s down there. We’d be in serious trouble if I ended up accidentally opening a portal underwater. Or on the wrong side of a sheer drop. We don’t have any descriptions to go on. In Eden, I had Ansel’s experience working for me. I used his story to open the door.”

“Then what’s the plan?” Shay asked.

“Gabriel found another entrance,” Ethan said, though he didn’t look too happy about it.

Inez’s mouth had an equally grim set. “He’s been scouting it for the past three days. It is our best option.”

“Another entrance?” Mason asked. “But won’t the panthers be guarding that one too?”

“No,” Miguel replied, meeting Ethan’s stony gaze.

“They won’t?” Shay frowned.

“No.” Connor rolled his shoulders back. “Because cats hate water.”

My skin prickled at Connor’s words. Wolves didn’t exactly hate water, but we weren’t dolphins either.

He winked at me. “That’s right, sweetheart. We’re all going for a nice, long swim.”

“How long?” Shay asked.

“We’re going in at low tide,” Ethan said. “Hopefully we won’t need the scuba gear for long, but you’re all getting a crash course in it. Just in case.”

“Awesome.” Shay grinned. The rest of the wolves glared at him. “What?” He glanced around the pack, giving us wide, too-innocent eyes. “I like trying new things.”

“Chosen One shows an aptitude for adventure and risk taking,” Silas murmured as he wrote. He hadn’t touched a thing on his plate.

“Can’t you stay here?” Connor asked him. “You can’t write underwater.”

Silas drew himself up. “I shall commit each event to memory and transfer it to paper upon our return.”

“Of course you will,” Connor said, pushing himself away from the table. He looked at Inez. “We’re not swimming for at least an hour, right? ’Cause I don’t want to get a cramp.”

GABRIEL, IT TURNED OUT,
had been the man working in the boat. The boat we were all now boarding. He smiled, despite having to coax six reluctant wolves off dry land. With a mess of sun-streaked hair, Gabriel looked more like a surf god than a Searcher. From the way he tossed around scuba gear—tanks, regulators, buoyancy vests, lead weights, masks, fins, wet suits, and flashlights—with efficient care, I guessed that he’d been assigned the task of instructing us in the ways of water too.

As I scrambled toward a seat, the boat lurched over a wave and I wondered if eating all those
sopas
had been such a great idea after all.

The outboard gurgled to life and Miguel navigated us away from the docks while Inez waved her farewell.

“The Eydis Strikers, except Miguel, are keeping an eye on the
cenoté
topside,” Gabriel shouted over the roar of the outboard engine. He watched us, his grin widening as we flopped around the floor of the boat like fish out of water, struggling into our wet suits.

“I thought we weren’t attacking the Guardians,” Shay said.

“No attack, just watching in case we have any surprises,” Gabriel said. He picked up a tank. “Listen up—we only get one shot here, so pay attention.”

It was hard to pay attention when it felt like championship Ping-Pong was taking place in your stomach, but drowning didn’t hold any appeal either, so I clenched my teeth and did my best to focus. The wet suit didn’t help matters, as it fit like a tight, thick second skin that I desperately wanted to claw off.

“We can make it almost all the way to the
cenoté
without being submerged,” Gabriel said. “But the last ten yards are a tunnel and we will have to swim it.”

“We’re going into an underwater tunnel?” Mason already looked green, and this news made him clutch his stomach.

Gabriel nodded. “And the tunnel narrows just before you can access the
cenoté
. When you hit that gap, you’ll have to take off your vest and tank and push them through.”

Nev laughed. “You’ve got to be kidding.”

Gabriel’s expression wasn’t a kidding one.

Mason leaned over the side of the boat and retched.

“You can’t fit through the opening wearing your tank,” Gabriel said. “But it will only take you a minute to push the tank and then yourself through. Don’t overthink it.”

“You’re assuming it’s just us down there,” I said. “What if we have to fight our way in? Did anyone tell you about the spider?”

“No spiders down there,
preciosa,
” Gabriel said. “I swam the tunnel twice already—it’s a clear passage. The Keepers are only watching the top.”

His smile was warm and reassuring, but I felt uneasy.

“Listen,” he continued. “I’m serious about not overthinking this dive. Below the surface, the mixture of nitrogen and oxygen in the tanks can play tricks on your mind. At worst, hallucinations, panic attacks—and if you start to freak, it will be hard to turn it off.
Comprende?
”

Mason wiped his mouth and nodded.

“Besides,” Adne added, “it’s a one-way trip. No use getting all worked up.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence.” Ren gave her a weary smile.

She punched him on the arm. “Not that kind of one way. I just mean once Shay has Eydis, I’ll weave a door and we’ll be back to Inez in time for dinner.”

“Fish tacos?” Connor brightened.

Gabriel shrugged. “Likely.”

The trip along the coast took an hour, during which we skirted a dark and unfriendly limestone coastline. The jungle hung over the water, its vines appearing to writhe just above the swells. By the time Miguel lowered the anchor, everyone but the Searchers and Shay had been sick at least once. Apparently wolves can’t find their sea legs.

I rinsed my mouth out with salt water as Gabriel gave final instructions on scuba safety procedures. “Remember, if you get into trouble, the person with a functioning tank is in charge. That’s how buddy breathing works. Got it?”

We all gave him a thumbs-up.

Gabriel pointed to the tangle of jade leaves and thick branches. “That’s where we’re headed.”

I peered at the shore and could just make out a sliver of darkness cutting through the glistening green.

“I will wait here for an hour,” Miguel said as he settled into one of the seats. “In case any of the
lobos
can’t handle the dive. None of you seem to have sea legs.”

Mason threw him an unfriendly smile, taking a deep breath before he and Nev put on their masks and fins, placed their regulators in their mouths, and jumped into the water.

“You okay?” Shay held my tank while I slipped my arms into my buoyancy vest and secured the safety belts.

I nodded. Bile was sloshing in my stomach again. I didn’t think talking would help.

“You’ll do fine,” Ren added, handing me a mask.

“I’ve got this,” Shay said. “Get your own equipment on.”

“I can help her too,” Ren growled. “Back off.”

“Don’t start,” I said, swallowing hard. “And I don’t need help from either of you. Just get in the water.”

They were both still glaring at each other, so I jabbed them away with my elbows, closed my eyes, and did a back roll into the sea.

Other than the way my blood roared in my ears as I sank beneath the surface, my world had gone quiet. Nearly silent.

Slowly, I adjusted to my surroundings. I wasn’t quite floating, but I wasn’t sinking either. The air in the vest kept me buoyant while I gently kicked my fins. I equalized the pressure in my ears by holding my nose and applying a bit of pressure until they popped and cleared, just as Gabriel had promised. The fins propelled me forward much more quickly than I’d expected. An adrenaline spike sent shivers through my limbs. I twisted in the water, graceful, unencumbered by weight. Maybe wolves were dolphins in another life.

Mason and Nev had also gotten comfortable breathing underwater and were now chasing a sea turtle, circling it the way they would a rabbit. I giggled and bubbles spouted up around me.

Four booms, like miniature explosions, came from above. I looked up to see that Shay, Ren, Adne, and Connor had entered the water. One final boom signaled Gabriel’s arrival. He immediately took off toward the shoreline, moving through the water lithe as a sea lion, with only a quick wave to indicate that we should follow.

Having just gotten comfortable with my new underwater surroundings, I didn’t feel ready to leave the open sea for the confinement of the cave, but I didn’t have a choice.

The tunnel loomed ahead, an absolute darkness in contrast to the aquamarine sea we were leaving behind. As we approached the black maw carved in the shoreline, the surge of excitement I’d felt earlier gave way to gnawing anxiety.

Gabriel surfaced just inside the mouth of the cave and pulled off his mask. I looked past him, trying to judge the distance between the water’s surface and the cave’s ceiling. Four feet, maybe five, but my flashlight’s beam showed that the ceiling sloped down farther into an ever-narrowing tunnel.