​     "Cluster," Noel said. ​

​     Shawnacy and Estelle locked arms around the two young men, facing outward. Now, as a group, they were invulnerable and could be flown anywhere in the cavern by Nacy.

​     The algrim surrounded them, trained fighters drawn from everywhere in time and space. Each of them carried at least a dozen weapons on their person. 

     Then, "Adam's here," Noel muttered. "I can smell him. He's standing with us or very close to us."

     "Yep, I'm getting a whiff now, too," Trevor said.

     "The gang's all here," Estelle said.

​     "Dance time," Brock said.

CONTINUE