Restless Soul - Alex Archer
“Annja, come on! Move!”
Annja watched the water. It rose noticeably in the passing of a few heartbeats.
She cursed silently. When she started out that morning, it hadn’t crossed her mind that all the rain would affect her exploration of the caves. She should have considered the possibility. She should have realized there could be flash floods. Being on vacation had made her mind numb.
She glanced at the nearest coffin, then back at the water. The river could conceivably reach the coffins or p ...