Which was why they did it again and again.
And as for him? On some level, this was the perfect beginning, the stripe of poison ivy itching on his arm that, if he scratched it, would bloom and take over his entire body.
This is not my life to take.
"Just f**king do it!" the brunette demanded.
Veck shifted his eyes over to the woman. Her black stare called out to him even more than her words did, offering him a temptation that went beyond this cave, this split second, this on-the-verge -
"Reilly or him," she hissed. "Pick now."
Veck's arm began to tremble, his rock-hard muscles poised to strike and unable to bear the dead-space tension between decision and action.
"I don't believe you," Veck heard himself say.
"What."
Veck slowly lowered the weapon to his side. In a hoarse, cracking voice, he said, "I don't trust you. And I'm not ..." He had to clear his throat. "I'm not going to kill him."
Bails was already dead, and there were no other sounds in the cave. And this woman ... whatever she was ... was a liar: Reilly had been alive at some point - it had absolutely been her on the phone - but there was no one else who was breathing in this damp hellhole with them, and given how weak she had sounded, it was doubtful she could have gotten herself free.
Chances were good she was already dead.
And although that made him mad-crazy with grief and the urge for vengeance, Kroner, in his condition, had most certainly not done the deed.
"You miserable little shit," the woman spat. "You pathetic, spineless, cocksucking pu**y. Your father didn't hesitate - years ago, when it was his time, he leaped at the goddamn chance I gave him."
For some reason, Veck thought of that dinner with Reilly's true parents, the ones who had taken her in and ushered her into adulthood, the ones who were not blood, but who were better to her than those who had brought her into this world.
"I'm not my father," he said roughly.
As the words registered in his ears, he felt stronger: "I am not my father."
From across the way, a hot breeze hit him, as if the brunette were a heating unit on overdrive.
"You're saying that" - she pointed to Kroner - "is worth more than the woman you love."
"No, I'm saying I won't kill him. I don't think Reilly is - " His voice broke, but he quickly recovered. "I don't think she's alive. And I don't know why the hell you want me to nail him, but if the last thing I do in this life is piss you off? I'm good with that. Bitch."
The roar that lit off was so violent that he was thrown off his feet, his body sailing through the foul air and slamming into the cave wall behind him. As he slumped for a split second, he could feel the earth shaking beneath him, and hear the boulders of the slope vibrating up above as dirt and small rocks fell from the ceiling of the cave. On impulse, he sheltered his head, for all the good that would do -
The candles went out on a oner.
And then in the pitch-black, the wind came from out of nowhere, the violent gale carrying on its back a vicious, earsplitting noise. In the midst of the fury, heavier and heavier stones fell on him, until he tucked into a ball and thought ... shit, he wasn't getting out of this one alive.
No f**king way.
Off in the distance, he heard more great rocks shifting, but knew that in reality, it was probably not far away at all and just a case of the earth muffling the sounds: The whole quarry slope was a Swiss-cheese mine field of subterranean cutouts, incapable of withstanding this kind of blast -
Abruptly the hurricane sucked out of the cave, taking the screeching noise with it.
In the aftermath, soft sobs cut through the rumbling of the slope.
Feminine sobs.
Not like Kroner's at all.
"Reilly?" he shouted. "Reilly!"
He jumped up - "Fuck!" he muttered as he hit something overhead.
Rubbing his skull and crouching down so he didn't bang the ceiling again, he shoved the dagger back into his belt and patted his pockets for his flashlight. Shit. He hadn't brought one.
Cursing a blue streak, he tried to zero in on the sounds of her. "Talk to me, Reilly! Help me find you!"
"I'm ... over ... here... ."
"Reilly!" he hollered, throwing out his arms in front of him and sweeping them from side to side -
All at once he had his own mini-earthquake, his body going haywire as Jim Heron separated the pair of them, and stepped out, revealing himself.
Perfect timing: Suddenly there was plenty of light in the cave, the angel's form glowing fiercely as he stood off to the side.
For a moment, all Veck could do was stare at what he saw.
It made no f**king sense.
Reilly was hanging from the ceiling, in exactly the place Kroner had been, her arms stretched over her head, her feet barely touching the earthen floor. Her face was swollen and her legs were bleeding, her panty hose shredded, her skirt covered in mud, her shoes God only knew where.
"Reilly?" he breathed.
She struggled to lift up her head. Through her dirt-caked hair, her blurry eyes sought his. "I'm ... me... ."
A shower of rock fragments fell from the ceiling and snapped Veck into action. Now was not the time to question any of this shit. He had to get her out of here before the slope collapsed on them both.
Thank God for Heron's guiding light.
Veck used it to shoot over to Reilly, except when he got a look at what she was strung up by, he knew they were in trouble: The iron links had been screwed into the rock ceiling, and the thick iron cuffs clamped to her wrists were bolted onto the damn chains.
Shit, this was not the first time this cave had been put to use, was it.
"Fucking hell," he muttered as he tried to find a release.
"Use the dagger," Jim said.
"It's just glass - "
"Use the goddamn thing."
Veck took out the blade and put it against the links. He didn't expect much - other than the "weapon" shattering -
The metal cleaved apart under the crystal, not just slicing in two, but getting ripped free of itself: He barely had time to catch Reilly and keep her off the ground.
Crushing her against him, he felt her shudder, and he allowed himself one treacherous moment of bliss to know that she was alive - and then he was all about getting her out.
As he swung her up into his arms, Jim led the way to the snaking corridor with his light.
Just as they came up to Bails, Veck had to stop.
"We're leaving him," Jim pronounced.
"You got that right." God only knew who his "friend" really was, but one thing was clear: Who the f**k cared. Anyone who so much as cut Reilly off in traffic was on his shit list. Endanger her life?
The bastard was lucky to have already been shot in the head -
Behind them, the ceiling began to crumble, the rush of sound and rocks and cold air all but palming his ass and ushering him the f**k out.
Veck broke into a run, his body charging forward at breakneck speed. As the chute they were racing through started collapsing on his heels, this was Indiana Jones, except it was real. Shit, the way in hadn't seemed this long -
Veck burst out of the tunnel into the fresh air, narrowly missing a body slam by leaping up onto the boulder in front of him.
There was no time for thanking God or Heron or anyone else. If that cave had just bitten it, there was a good chance that there was going to be an avalanche.
Zagging sharply to the left, he didn't bother measuring the distance he had to go to get them to the lip of the quarry, and he didn't waste time looking behind himself to see all the rolling, car-sized hunks of quartz barreling down on top of them.
Even if it killed him, he was going to get her up this goddamn slope.
He was going to save her - and all the odds that were against him from the obstacle course he faced, to the half mile up, to the burning fatigue that was already squeezing his thighs and his chest, weren't going to stop him.
He'd had the chance to sell his soul and had walked away from the negotiating table.
And that triumph paled in comparison to what it was going to feel like to make sure Sophia Reilly got to see tomorrow morning's sunrise.
Chapter 48
Reilly must have lost consciousness after Veck got her down from the chains in the cave, because when she came to again, there were red lights flashing all around and she was stretched out on something relatively soft.
"Veck ...?"
"Ma'am?"
Definitely not Veck's voice. Frowning, she forced her eyes to try to focus ... and got the blurry picture of an EMT leaning over her.