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“Because.” I had no idea how many people Anna was bringing with her. If Jackson was right and there were going to be seventy ravenous baby vampires upstairs, loyal only to Raven, then we needed to even the odds. “What would happen if I put him out in the sun?” I asked, hefting Lars up.
“Nothing today. Not until tomorrow, after he’s fully born.” We reached the end of the tunnel, with only darkness stretching ahead of us. “We don’t trust the monster here,” the Shadows admitted.
“Neither do I. But he’s our best bet. Help me find him again, please.”
“Go left,” the Shadows whispered, and I took the turn as I was told.
* * *
Each step was carrying me farther past the point of no return. Blood dribbled out of Lars’s wounds, leaving a trail. There was no point in trying to clean it up—either freeing the prisoner would work, or it wouldn’t. It did smell good, though, a little sweet, like the first blush of decomposition, or like overly sugared wine. I tried to ignore the part of me that thought like that as the Shadows led me into the dark.
“Here. He’s below us. Watch yourself.”
I nodded in the dark and set Lars down beside me. It was tempting to pull the lighter out of my bra to check my watch.
“Can you warn me before the sun goes down?” I asked the Shadows.
“Of course.”
I nodded at their help, and then I swallowed. I was here too early—I had too much time left to think.
This was the only way to free the prisoner. To do what Anna needed me to do, what Asher needed me to do, what my baby needed me to do—to survive.
I’d assumed that’d meant doing what I was told to by Raven. Not doing something of my own accord … like this.
Lars and I hadn’t gotten along. He’d tried to kill me, and I’d blown him partially up, so I figured we were even. But what I was planning to do to him now was the kind of thing there was no going back from. It wasn’t an impulse or an accident; it was the kind of decision I’d have to live with for the rest of my life.
I’d better make our lives worth it.
“Three minutes, girl,” the Shadows whispered by my ear, like a lover. I felt over Lars in the dark for his arm that wasn’t cuffed to me and reached out for the silver grate, finding it when my hands stung. Then I pushed his arm through and listened to the silver burn him as I wedged him in.
“Prisoner,” I whispered, then I realized it was all or nothing. Three minutes until the prisoner woke up—three minutes until Raven woke up—three minutes until Lars woke up.
Three minutes until there were seventy hungry vampires upstairs.
“Prisoner—” I whispered louder. “Prisoner—wake up.”
What if he’d decided dying was preferable to being enslaved to me? I’d never seen a vampire wake up before. Lars stirred beneath me.
I don’t know what I would have done if he’d said something human first. If he’d said Ow, or This hurts, or Get the fuck off of me. But what he did was snarl like an animal, and that’s the only thing that gave me strength to keep pressing him down. Even though he was stronger than I was, I was more desperate.
“Prisoner!” I shouted, and there was a scurrying sound from below, like dry leaves scraping over leather. Then I heard a horrible crunching noise and Lars began to howl.
I am the bad person here. There is no way to deny it—I have chosen to take Lars’s life over mine. I may not be killing him personally, but I am the one who has made it possible for him to die.
Knowing that he wouldn’t have thought twice about killing me feels like it should make it easier, but it doesn’t. Because it’s me who’s sitting on top on him, listening to the sucking and gnawing below, trying to ignore the sound of Lars’s pain. I curl myself down trying to protect my baby from the violence, the awful eating that won’t end and Lars’s whimpering, being born into the life as a vampire that he’d waited for so long to become only to then die, fed to another one.
I couldn’t stand it anymore; I crawled away from Lars on all fours as the prisoner’s hunger trapped him.
The taut chain between Lars and I dropped with sudden slack, and I heard metal hitting metal in the fresh silence.
Lars, who’d been dead for three days, was now dead anew, fallen into dust. I pulled the chain back toward me, and it rattled over the grate. There was nothing in Lars’s cuff anymore, so I wound the loose chain around my silver-injured arm like a shield.
“That was good,” the prisoner said from inside his cage.
It took all my strength not to cry. “Are you—” I began, not sure of what words I should use to finish.
“My name is Gemellus.”
I nodded. He wouldn’t be telling me that if this weren’t all real. “Can you get out now?”
“I think so.”
I reached my hand for my lighter, then realized this entire room was impregnated with vampire dust, courtesy of Lars. If I lit him up, everything would blow.
It was my last chance to keep the prisoner trapped.
“And your promises to me?” I asked, because who knew if the dream promises counted as much as ones said aloud did.
“I will keep them. Back away.”
I stepped backward wildly, hoping I wouldn’t fall off a cliff in the dark. There was a sound of motion from inside the cell and then the noise of impact. Metal groaned but didn’t give, and Gemellus cursed.
I took a step forward.
“I said stay away,” he growled. “This is going to burn.”
I crouched down, and he flung himself up at the silver. I heard the hissing of his flesh and closed my eyes, wincing, and the metal whined before giving up. The whole of the grate came free like the top of a beer bot
tle. I knew it because I heard it land and I coughed on the dust that it kicked up.
And now instead of being in the dark with a baby vampire, I was in the dark with Gemellus.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
I stood slowly. My daytimer senses were aware of movement around me, but nothing I could pinpoint. The Shadows were a cold spot behind my jaw, like the pre-headache feeling of drinking something too cold too fast.
Hands grabbed hold of me, found my shoulders, and I screamed.
“Are you well?” the prisoner asked, releasing me.
“It’s not that—I can’t see.”
“From the injury to your head?” Hands found me again, more carefully, fingers stroking into the tangle of my hair to feel my skull.
“No,” I said, stepping away, hoping again I wasn’t about to go off a cliff. “Because it’s dark,” I said, quietly.
There was a pause between us. And then he laughed for a long time, at me or at himself. It had that manic edge to it, loud because he could be, showing the world that he was finally free.
“The darkness does not bother me.” One of his hands slid down my arm, rubbing over the chains I’d wound there, to find my hand. “Come. Let us leave this place and never return.”
As scared as I was of him, and of what was waiting for us upstairs, I was more scared of being left here in the dark with what I’d done. “Let’s go.”
* * *
For all that Gemellus could see, he’d never been awake during his transport into the Catacombs. So the Shadows guided both of us out, whispering directions in my ear, Gemellus holding on to my hand. His fingers felt firm, different from the skeletal thing I’d seen in his cell before. I had no idea about the rest of him, although my imagination was having a marvelous time making hideous guesses.
“You smell like blood.”
“One of their servants cut me with silver.” The wound Celine had given me ached.
