The bubble dropped, and I pulled on the line, throwing a ball of smutty gold at the insect. Fear gave it more force than usual, and my eyes widened as the energy swarmed over it and the wasp curled up and fell at our feet. Pierce grunted his approval, and I breathed a sigh of relief seeing it on the floor where Pierce could simply stab it … and then it exploded.

Shrieking, I ducked as hot splatters hit the walls to make an ugly sound. An awful stench rolled over us, and I straightened, horrified. Pierce’s ball of light rolled until it found the wall and stopped. Embarrassed, I turned to Pierce only to laugh. He was standing ramrod straight with splatters of wasp on his beard and chest.

“Pierce, I’m so sorry!” I said, reaching to wipe it away, his lips pressed tight.

“You have no control,” he said stiffly, clearly peeved. “None at all.”

Sobering, I looked for something to clean it off him, having to settle for the hem of my beautiful borrowed dress. Gathering it up, I wiped his face, jumping when Pierce flung his hand out behind me. Twin flairs of light burst into existence, the shadows shifting as the light fell. Turning, I saw two more wasps curled up on the floor, one moving until Pierce pushed past me and stabbed its head with his “Arkansas toothpick.” Bug goo squished out, and I cringed.

I watched the ceiling as I went to pick up his light. “Do you think there are more?”

Pierce came close. His eyes held concern as he looked me over, using his thumb to wipe a stray bit of goo off my cheekbone. “I’ve heard that wasp larvae were raised as sentries,” he said, “but I never thought I’d see it up close and personal like. I suggest we move deeper.”

“Yeah, but do you think there are more?” I insisted.

Pierce said nothing as he put a hand on my shoulder and guided me past the fallen insects. He wasn’t worried, but I kept looking over my shoulder as we went down the gentle incline. The glow from the walls grew brighter, and I wasn’t surprised when the confines of the hall opened up to a large open space the size of say, the sanctuary at the basilica.

“Well if that doesn’t cap the climax,” Pierce breathed, and I held his light high when it doubled in intensity. Even then, the glow barely touched the distant walls. It looked like we were half underground, half in the stump, with black stones the size of my hand embedded in the earth to hold it back. At the center of the room was the glow of a banked fire. Under our bare feet was the feeling of plastic, and I looked to find it was poker chips, arranged in a pleasant pattern of colors. “Jenks?” I whispered, hearing only my voice echo back.