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I stopped the men before they could offer. “I can make it myself; thanks anyway.”

They looked disappointed. The blond said, “Melanie has told us to look after you. If you trip and fall in the rocks, she’ll be unhappy with us.”

The brunette nodded.

“I’ll be fine, boys, really.” I went ahead of them, not waiting to see what they’d do. The ground was treacherous with small rocks. I scrambled over a rock bigger than I was. The men were right behind me, hands extended ready to catch me if I fell. I’d never even had a date who was this paranoid.

Someone cursed, and I turned to see the brunette sprawled on the ground. I had to smile. I didn’t wait for them to catch up. I’d had enough nursemaiding, and the thought of getting no sleep today had put me in a bad mood. Our biggest night of the year, and I was going to be wasted. Oliver better have something important to say.

Around a tall pile of rubble was a slash of black opening, a cave. Ronald carried the lamia inside without waiting for me. A cave? Oliver had moved to a cave? Somehow it didn’t fit my picture of him in his modern, sunlit study.

Light hovered at the entrance to the cave, but a few feet in the darkness was thick. I waited at the edge of the light, unsure what to do. My two caretakers came in behind me. They pulled small penlights out of their pockets. The beams seemed pitifully small against the darkness.

Blondie took the lead; Smiley brought up the rear. I walked in the middle of their thin strings of light. A faint pool followed my feet and kept me from tripping over stray bits of rock, but most of the tunnel was smooth and perfect. A thin trickle of water took up the center of the floor, working its patient way through the stone. I stared up at the ceiling lost in darkness. All this had been done by water. Impressive.

The air was cool and moist against my face. I was glad I had the leather jacket on. It’d never get warm here, but it’d never get really cold either. That’s why our ancestors lived in caves. Year-round temperature control.

A wide passage branched to the left. The deep sound of water gurgled and bumped in the darkness. A lot of water. Blondie ran his light over a stream that filled most of the left passage. It was black, and looked deep and cold.

“I didn’t bring my wading boots,” I said.

“We follow the main passage,” Smiley said. “Don’t tease her. The mistress will not like it.” His face looked very serious in the half-light.

The blond shrugged, then moved his light straight ahead. The trickle of water spread in a thin fan pattern on the rock but there was still plenty of dry rock on either side. I wasn’t going to have to get my feet wet, yet.

We took the left-hand side of the wall. I touched it to keep my balance and jerked away. The walls were slimy with water and melting minerals.

Smiley laughed at me. I guess laughing was allowed.

I glanced back at him, frowning, then put my hand back on the wall. It wasn’t that icky. It had just surprised me. I’d touched worse.

The sound of water thundering from a great height filled the darkness. There was a waterfall up ahead; I didn’t need my eyes to tell me that.

“How tall do you think the waterfall is?” Blondie asked.

The thundering filled the darkness. Surrounded us. I shrugged. “Ten, twenty feet, maybe more.”

He shone his light on a trickle of water that fell about five inches. The tiny waterfall was what fed the thin stream. “The cave magnifies the sound and makes it sound like thunder,” he said.

“Neat trick,” I said.

A wide shelf of rock led in a series of tiny waterfalls up to a wide base of stone. The lamia sat on the shelf, high-heeled feet dangling over the edge. Maybe a rise of eight feet, but the ceiling soared overhead into blackness. That was what made the water echo.

Ronald stood at her back, like a good bodyguard, hands clasped in front of him. There was a wide opening near them that led farther into the cave towards the source of the little stream.