After a time he slows, lifting a hand to warn me to do the same. Then he strides around the corner like he owns the place. We must be into more heavily trafficked areas now, where people would notice if he was skulking around secretively. After a second he gestures for me to follow. All clear. It’s only a few seconds later that footsteps echo back toward us, and Cormac’s hand reaches out to jerk me into an alcove.
This nook is barely more than a crack in the rock, with only enough room for us to squeeze in out of sight in the shadows. Our bodies press together, my ribs aching in protest, the gash in my side burning. His head turns a little, the light sandpapery stubble along his jaw brushing my cheek. I try to concentrate on something I know, training that comes easily to me. This close, I could so easily overpower him. I could use him as a hostage. They wouldn’t fire on one of their own. I’ve got no weapon, but I could probably break his neck if I had to, if I got the right leverage. His hand tightens around my wrist. I could—
The footsteps grow louder and louder. I catch a glimpse of movement out of the corner of my eye. Someone heads past our hiding spot—doesn’t pause. The footsteps continue, growing fainter this time.
He eases out of the alcove first, then tugs on my wrist to get me to follow. “There are families here,” he murmurs. “That was someone’s mother who just walked by. Think about that before you lead any of your people back here, okay?”
I pull my hand away, making him grit his teeth. In another lifetime, I think I could learn to enjoy pissing this guy off. In this lifetime, though, I don’t have the luxury. Instead, I gesture for him to lead the way—I’m not about to walk in front of him. If he were smart, he wouldn’t let me walk behind him. But either he trusts me, or he’s just that foolish. Probably both. He’d certainly have to be foolish to trust me.
I try to make a mental map as we go, but with the flickering, deceptive shards of light and the twists and turns, it’s impossible to keep track. No time to think about what it’ll mean for Romeo if I hand over whatever I can remember to my people.
If? If I hand it over? I need to get out of here. Now.
An endless series of corridors and crude staircases later, there’s a shift in the air—the slightly stale dampness turns fresher. We’re near the exit. This place is huge, far bigger than we’d guessed. I don’t understand how we could’ve missed it on our sweeps. Sure, their being underground would mean infrared wouldn’t pick them up, but surely a landmass this big would’ve been searched right away. They must have it camouflaged somehow.
Cormac peers down another corridor, then leads me into a vast underground harbor. A T-intersection of docks houses a small fleet of the little two-man boats the locals favor, and the sound of water lapping up against the sheet metal reminds me sharply of how dehydrated I am. At the far end of the cavern is the inky darkness of Avon’s overcast night sky.
After checking again that no one’s on our heels, Cormac heads for the boats. Each one is numbered, corresponding to a matching number along the dock. Easy to tell when one’s missing. I never would’ve found this place on my own—even assuming I could’ve somehow gotten out of my cell. If he hadn’t come for me…
Who cares? It’s his fault you’re here in the first place. Go. Just GO.
I find myself staring at him. “You’re really letting me go? This isn’t some kind of trick?”
“No tricks,” he replies, voice darkening a little as he drops his gaze to look over the boats. His shoulders drop, as though the weight of this choice is a tangible force threatening to crush him. “I’ll take you back to the base.”
“And what will you do when your people find us gone? They’ll know you helped me.”
“I’ll handle it.” He crouches down by the mooring lines before tilting his head back to look at me, his gaze thoughtful, almost troubled. “What do you care?”
He’s going to get himself killed by his own people, and though he’s the reason I’m in this mess, I can’t discount his risking everything to get me out of it. I won’t let him do something this stupid. I find my smile, realizing at the back of my mind that it’s not hard to locate, looking at his face. “Good luck, Cormac.”
I see the recognition dawning in his eyes, but he doesn’t have my instincts. I bring my knee up into his chin—not hard, but enough to knock him off balance. Enough for me to take my time, give him a more measured blow with the heel of my hand that sends him down onto the dock, motionless.