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Agartha's Castaway - Book 5


really weigh at least twice her weight.
“Get ready and hold on tight,” said Orthon.
Inhaling, Casey grasped the glass railing tighter and took a step forward.
“I wonder if this moving sidewalk can go faster than the one at the airport,” said Mike behind her.
Casey slapped her forehead. “I don't care, as long it gets us to our destination in one piece. But,
yeah, since it's called a high-speed skywalk, that should tell you something.” She didn't mean to snap
at him, but his constant questions and complaining didn't work, at least not at that moment. Nausea
rose up from the pit of her stomach. What if those UFOs, hovering over the city, really belong to
Orthon's people? Can we trust this weird man we just met when he says those are enemy ships? Maybe
Jack is better off up there than we are down here…
Mike held up his hands in surrender. “Whoa! I can understand your frustration here. You're dying
for another one of my mind-blowing kisses, aren't you? But there's no need to be like that, babe. I'll
make sure there's more of that to come in the future.”
“How reassuring, sweetie pie.” She blinked her eyelashes at him in a playful manner. “I'll just
forget about the alien taking us to his lair and focus on all those kisses coming my way.”
He laughed.
She opened her mouth to speak, when the glass conveyor belt thingy started to roll slowly,
gradually increasing in speed.
A gust of wind hit her face as the ground rushed beneath her feet, moving at high speeds for miles
underground. It reminded her of a New York subway—except it smelled better and seemed to be free
of charge. Grasping the railing for dear life, she glanced around. The cavernous walls became a blur,
except for a tiny dot of light approaching in the distance, growing larger by the second. As they neared
the end of the tunnel, she gazed out and saw…Daylight? Is that good or bad? All Casey could think of
at the moment was that people always see lights at the end of a tunnel during those near-death
experiences she'd read and seen movies about. She knew she needed to get a grip because they weren't
dead—not yet anyway.
Still gliding through the air, Casey blinked at the sudden brightness flooding her vision. They were
heading outside on a moving conveyor belt like the kind at airports. It took a minute for her eyes to
adjust to the natural light. She brushed her hair behind her ears, but the wind blew it around again and
again. The breeze carried the scent of desert herbs, sand, and sweet, dusty earth. She glanced up at the
dazzling blue sky and felt sunshine on her face. Holding out her arms, she marveled at the speed and
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