The whole shelf lifted a full inch under my boots, and every person on it dropped into a crouch at once because the ground had started breathing. Basalt cracked in a long jagged line from Jordan's position to the spire, and seawater came up through the crack in a hissing sheet that soaked my shins. The kelp stalks around us bent flat against the surface, and the gold light through the canopy went green and then dark as something rose underneath all of it.
"Everyone off the seam and onto the high side!" Misato's voice snapped across the rock, and six clones moved before the words finished.
I grabbed Javier by the collar and threw him toward the spire, because he was still writing the time down and I refused to let the last thing in his notebook be a number. Belle scrambled after him on her hands and knees, crossbow clutched to her chest, her torn suit flapping open at the hip. Jordan rolled uphill with a groan that sounded personally betrayed by gravity.
