Chapter Fourteen - The Tip of the Iceberg

This was a real botch job if she’d ever seen one. Good thing too - otherwise, she would have been as good as dead. Mycroft’s fingers bled as she clawed her way up through the soft ground to the surface and the oxygen her burning lungs needed so badly. Finally, her right hand erupted out of the earth and into the nighttime stillness of the Grimaldi estate. A few more desperate swipes and her mouth hungrily sucked in oxygen. Mycroft continued to dig herself out of her would-be grave then collapsed in a filthy, gasping heap on the disturbed soil. 

“I was beginning to think you wouldn’t make it out. You must be embarrassed…,” Piper offered as she hopped down from her perch in a near...

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