by Belle Aurora
Page 37
So I skirted around the edge of the rubble, slipping, falling, and climbing from one rocky dune of muddy earth to the other. In the distance, I heard the rush of water, like a bowl filling up. I didn't know where the water from the creek had gone when I'd collapsed the ceiling, but it was close by. Another reason for me to get out of here. I hadn't defeated Tobias Dawson to succumb to something as simple as drowning.
I'd just surfed down one particularly large dune when a small sound caught my attention. A tiny, sharp wail in the stone around me. I held out my glowing palms. A flash of light caught my eye, and I peered at the ground. And I realized I was standing on the diamonds.
They littered the ground under my muddy shoes like dull, frozen tears. Most of them had been pulverized to small bits, slivers, and glints that caught the silvery light emanating from my palms. Still beautiful, even in their ruined state. Too bad they were of absolutely no use to me. Definitely not a girl's best friend, in this case.
I walked on until I came to the far side of the cavern, but the earth and stone had fully blocked the exit. Which meant I had to find another way to get out of here - now.
So I surfed back in the direction I'd come from, stopping long enough to take off my stilettos and toss them into the darkness. The broken heels were doing more damage to my feet than going barefoot would. I'd just reached the recess where I'd originally hidden when a spot of white caught my eye against the gray stone. What was that? Another diamond?
I crept closer and realized it was a hand - Tobias Dawson's right hand, sticking out of a mound of earth, fingers stretched wide. I crawled over the earth and stone to get a closer look. But it was just a hand sticking out. Nothing else.
I checked for a pulse, but the dwarf didn't have one.
The cold chill of death had already settled into his flesh.
Still, I picked up a jagged piece of rock and slashed his wrist just to be sure. I sat there, resting and watching his blood soak into the turned earth and shattered stone.
When his wrist quit oozing, I moved on.
I walked deeper into the back of the cavern to the part I hadn't seen while Tobias Dawson had been challenging me to a duel. The cavern narrowed to a small corridor barely big enough for a person to squeeze through.
I stood before it and peered into the darkness, wondering what lay at the end of the midnight rainbow. Only one way to find out. I couldn't go back, and I had to get out.
So I stepped forward into the waiting darkness.
I'd only gone a few feet into the corridor when the world turned from dark gray to as black as the coal Tobias Dawson had ripped out of the mountain. There was no light up ahead, nothing to help me see the dangers that waited. And I hadn't escaped the dwarf only to break my leg and end up starving to death down here. So I reached for my Ice magic again. It came to me as easily as before, and I upped the intensity of the flames burning on my spider rune scars until I could see well enough to walk on. Around me, the stone muttered, sharp, angry, and hurt from all the upheaval it had seen today.
"Sorry," I murmured to the rock. "I didn't have a choice. "
My voice bounced against the stone and echoed back to me. The sound made me shiver, and I moved on, using my hands to light my way. The passageway grew narrower and narrower, until I had to turn sideways to shimmy through it. But I kept going. It wasn't like I had a lot of other options. There was no going back. Only moving forward.
The passageway opened up again slightly, allowing me to walk through the area square on, instead of twisting from one side to the other. But twenty feet later, it narrowed again. I gritted my teeth and slipped sideways.
And so it went. Sometimes, I could walk through the corridors with ease. Sometimes, I had to turn sideways.
Other times, I had to suck in my stomach and force myself through passageways that were little more than a foot wide. But I kept moving. Despite my many injuries, despite my broken jaw and throbbing skull, despite the strange influx of magic coldly burning in my veins, I kept going. To stop would be to rest, to sleep. Who knew if I would ever wake up?
There could be some noxious gas down here already killing me slowly. Some form of carbon monoxide or something equally lethal. No, I didn't dare stop. Not to rest, not to cry, not for anything. If Fletcher Lane had suddenly stepped out of the shadows and offered to tell me all the secrets he'd kept from me, where Bria was and what she was like, I would have walked right on by the old man.
So I trudged along in the blackness, with only the magical silver glow of my palms to light the way. Time ceased to have any sort of meaning. There were only rocks to navigate around, through, over. Sharp rocks pricking my feet. The smell of my own blood. And the murmur of the stones around me.
As I left the destruction of the cavern behind, the stones' murmurs became soft and sweet once more. They talked of water and air and the slow passage of time that had little effect on them. After the screams of the stones and the wail of the shattered diamonds in the cavern, the murmur of the rocks was as soothing as a lullaby. But I pushed the sound to the back of my mind, tuning it out.
Because if I listened to it, I would want to stop, just for a few minutes. And then I'd be gone.
I don't know how long I trudged along, just plodding through the dark earth. Minutes, hours, days, the end of the time. But I stumbled free of the narrow passageway I was in and entered a larger room, almost as big as the cavern where the diamonds had been. I was halfway across before I realized I was walking directly into a sheer stone wall.
I stopped, blinked, and held out my glowing palms.
The passageway branched off into two directions. Left and right. Two more dark holes just like all the others I'd walked and crawled and shimmied through. But this time, I had to make a choice. But which one? And would it even do any good? They both could lead farther into the mountain, turn back on each other, or lead me straight to a dead end. As long as it seemed like I'd been walking, I could be halfway to China by now.
But still, I had to try. Right first. I walked down into the right passageway about a hundred feet and placed my bruised, bloody hand on the stone wall. The usual, low murmurs of water, rock, and time sounded back to me.
Same sound I'd heard for hours now.
I sighed, turned around, and trudged down the left passageway. Once again, I placed my hand on the stone and listened to its vibrations. Water, rock, time. Nothing to tell me which way to go.
"Fuck," I snarled in a loud voice.
My curse echoed up to the top of the cavern and bounced back down to me before reverberating through the whole area. I sighed and swiped my hand over my face, smearing blood, dirt, and grime deeper into my skin.
Flutter-flutter. Flutter-flutter.
I froze, wondering if I was imagining the noise. If I was somehow concussed and just didn't know it. If maybe I was already dead, and this was all just a final dream or some sort of purgatory before I got shipped down below.
Flutter-flutter. Flutter-flutter.
Nope, I wasn't imagining it. The noise seemed to be coming from somewhere up above. On an impulse, I raised my hands over my head, palms up. I reached for my magic again, and the cold, silver flames burning in the spider rune scars in my palms intensified. I'd just upped the wattage on my human flashlight.
I frowned and peered into the darkness above my head.
There seemed to be some sort of massive figure attached to the roof. What the hell -
Suddenly, a tiny shape detached itself from the ceiling.
Then another, then another, then another. It took me a few moments to realize what they were.
Bats.
Hundreds of them.
Evidently my resounding curse had disturbed their peaceful slumber. Because the creatures all abandoned their perches. They hovered in midair for a moment before flapping away. They all headed down the left passageway.
My
heart lifted, and I scrambled after them as fast as I could. Bats needed air, light, bugs, water. If they could get out, then I could too. I didn't care if there was only a hole small enough for the winged creatures to flutter through.
I'd find a way to get my human-size ass through it too.
Of course, the bats were much faster than me and not hampered by a lack of adequate spelunking footwear. But still, I hurried after them as fast as my aching body would let me. The passageway curved a couple of times before it opened up into a round room. I stopped at the entrance and blinked. Was it my imagination or was it lighter in here? I dropped my hold on my magic. The room went dark, and my heart started to sink again. But I stood there, waiting. And slowly, the area came into focus.
I peered up, and there it was. An opening twenty feet above my head. What looked like early morning sunlight filtered in through a tangle of kudzu vines that dropped down the walls like snakes. I peered at the opening. It looked to be just big enough for me to shove myself through. No time like the present.
I tore a couple of scraps off what remained of my dress and wrapped them around my hands. Then I grabbed hold of the kudzu and yanked on it. The vines seemed sturdy enough to support my weight, so I began to climb.
It was hard. So fucking hard. Even harder than reaching for my Ice magic had been to stop Tobias Dawson that final time in the cavern. But inch by inch, foot by foot, I hauled myself up the thick vines. Whenever I found a foothold in the stone, I jammed my bruised, bloody, cold toes into it and rested. The vines under my body smelled faintly of dew. I was about halfway up the wall when I felt a cold breeze whistle down into the hollow room.
The caress of air against my bruised, throbbing cheek made me want to cry.
But I shook off my emotion. Now was not the time to give in to my feelings. I could always slip and fall. And I'd be damned if I was going to die of a broken neck. Not now, when the sweet scent of sunshine was just a few feet away.
I drew in a breath and started climbing again. The walls narrowed to form a sort of circular point where the opening was. I was going to have to let go of the kudzu vines, reach for the edge of the hole, and hope the earth didn't crumble under my weight.
I found a good toehold and rested a moment, gathering my strength once more. For the final time. When I felt strong enough, I bent my knees, kicked up, and reached for the lip of the opening. My hands scrabbled for purchase. At the last second, my fingers clamped around another kudzu vine, this one anchored somewhere above the surface.
I hung there in midair, supported only by my clenching fingertips. At this point, I was weeping openly from the pain in my hands, arms, shoulders. But somehow I hung on.
I slid one hand up the vine. Then the other. Hauling myself upward. Snarls and half screams spewed out of my lips, like I was possessed by some evil spirit. Maybe I was.
Because my will to survive was a powerful thing. Alexis James hadn't been able to overcome me. Neither had Tobias Dawson. I wasn't going to let some damp, slippery kudzu vines stop me now.
So I hung there and inched my way up, like a spider climbing up its own web.
Finally, my right hand stretched up into the clear air. I placed it on the edge of the opening, testing the ground.
Solid stone, more than steady enough to support me. I scuttled upward and managed to hook my right elbow up and out of the hole. Then the other one. I drew in a breath and strained upward. My head cleared the tangle of vines covering the opening, and the early morning sunlight slanted across my face, blinding me. I closed my eyes and enjoyed its warmth, meager though it was.
And with a final burst of strength, I pulled myself up and out into the dawn.
Chapter Thirty-Two
I crabbed away from the hole on my hands and knees. I made it twenty feet before the last of my strength gave out, and I did a header into the ground. For a long time, I just lay there on the forest floor breathing in the earthy scent of the leaves that formed a rough, crackling blanket beneath me. There was noise twittering above my head. More bats?
No, I realized after a moment. Birds. The birds were singing. Which meant I'd definitely, finally, escaped from my underground labyrinth.
A smile stretched across my battered face. I let go, and the world faded to black.
Some time later, I woke up in the same position I'd been in when I'd collapsed. One cheek planted on the ground. Arms and legs splayed out at awkward angles, heavy and numb. I tried to get to my knees and immediately groaned as pain filled every single part of my body.
Fuck. It hurt to be alive.
Somehow I managed to roll over onto my back as tingles of pain shot through my limbs. A maple tree spread its branches over my head, offering a bit of shade. The sun was higher in the sky now. Looked like it was around noon. Once my arms and legs quit burning with pain, I raised my head up and studied my surroundings. I lay in the middle of a thicket of woods. Maples, pines, poplars, and more flanked me like soldiers. Rhododendron bushes and patches of briars snaked through the trees like strings of green and brown Christmas lights.
I sighed. Although I wanted to do nothing more than lie here and sleep for the next three days, I knew I had to move. I didn't know where the hell I was, which meant the others had no chance of finding me. They probably thought I was dead already, trapped beneath the earth with Tobias Dawson and his two giants.
I grinned. I'd enjoy coming back from the grave just to see the look on Finn's face.
It took me awhile, but I propped myself up on my elbows, then sat up. It took me even longer to get up to my knees, then my feet. I looked around the clearing where I'd emerged from the earth and found a piece of fallen wood. Using it as a sort of walking stick, I hobbled forward.
Pain pulsed through my body with every step. I'd cut my feet badly on the rocks inside the mountain, and the briars, brambles, and twigs that littered the ground didn't help. But I stumbled forward.
I didn't know how long I walked, an hour, maybe two, but eventually I came to a small stream. Maybe it was the one that had run over the cavern. I didn't know, and I didn't really care. I lowered myself down onto one of the rocks and dipped my feet into the water. Cold as ice, but it felt like heaven on my swollen feet and ankles. I gulped down several mouthfuls of the water and washed off my hands and face as best I could. I was careful to let one part of my body dry before I moved on to the next. I didn't want to get hypothermia from the shock of the cold water.