Luthra turned back. The hunters were closing fast, maybe fifty yards away now. Their surprised faces had shifted to confident grins. Borris looked like he was enjoying this.
'We can't outrun them. Not with this tar slowing us down. And I sure as hell can't fight with these busted arms.'
He looked ahead at the dark outline of the Closed Labyrinth in the distance. That was their only shot.
'There's one way to get there. It's going to hurt like hell, but better than being turned into a slave.'
He twisted around in the saddle, wincing as his splinted arms protested.
"Hold on to me."
"What?"
"Grab my neck and don't let go. Whatever happens, don't let go."
Something in his voice cut through her panic. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her face against his back.
'Okay, Lilith. How many jumps can I make?'
