When it had finished he stood, “Shea, are you still there?”
There was a long moment of silence. “Yeah, but this place isn’t too stable right now. I’m not sure I’ll survive another cave-in like that one.”
Eamon ran up, a coil of rope around his shoulder.
“We’ve found rope. We’re coming for you.”
“Don’t. The ground’s not going to hold much longer. I can see how unstable it is. I’m actually surprised the entire square hasn’t collapsed already.”
“I’m not leaving you.”
“I can see another way out.”
“You’re lying.”
There was a rusty laugh from below. “I’m actually not. There really is a way out, and I think I’m supposed to take it.”
Fallon frowned. What did that mean?
“I’ll meet up with you when I can. Follow Reece out. He should know the way.”
Fallon’s expression turned thunderous. The Anateri close to him took a step back. Caden, who had been with him from nearly the beginning, just barely flinched. Fallon ignored them all.
“That is not happening,” he hissed.
How could she even suggest something like that? Something that went against the core of who he was?
“I’m not really giving you a choice. I’ll see you up there.”
His eyes narrowed to slits. She would not. He forbade it. There was a rustle below as if she really was trying to make her way to this exit.
He lost what little reason he had left. Fallon leapt forward, an explosion of movement that took him over the edge and into the pit Shea had fallen into.
He landed with legs crouched and arms spread, the impact reverberating up his limbs. Shea turned to look at him, her eyes wide and her mouth open.
“What are you doing?” she shouted. “Have you gone insane?”
He straightened, his legs and back protesting, and strode over to her. He ignored her as she tried to wave him off, grabbing her and wrapping her in a tight embrace
She let him hold her for one long moment, her arms coming up to clasp him, before she shoved him away.
“You idiot. What were you thinking?”
“I was thinking you could use my help.”
One eyebrow rose in an incredulous expression. “How exactly does you being down here help us? Now both of us are stuck in this hole instead of just me.”
He folded his arms over his chest and fixed her with his best arrogant expression, looking down at her with a look that said she should be thanking him instead of giving him a hard time.
“I’ll lift you out,” he said.
She gave him a skeptical look before glancing at the hole above them. “And what about you?”
“Caden has rope. He can use that to get me out of this place.”
Shea’s face reflected her uncertainty. She looked to the side and Fallon saw that she hadn’t been lying earlier. There really was a tunnel that appeared to lead away from this place.
“We could go that way.”
He shook his head. “No, we go up. I don’t want to chance it leading somewhere worse.”
She nodded. He’d told her about the bones near the entrance. Neither one of them wanted to meet the denizens of this place if they could help it, especially alone and lightly armed.
Fallon walked around the small space. It only took a few strides to meet the wall. He found a spot that looked relatively stable and cupped his hands. “Here you go. I’ll lift you out.”
She stared up at the hole and then back down at Fallon. “I don’t like this. We should wait for the rope. Then we can both go.”
“There’s no point. Let’s get you out of here, and then there will be one less person to hoist out later.” His tone left no room to argue.
He felt a wave of relief when her mouth firmed, and she stepped towards him. What he hadn’t told her, the reason he was so insistent that she go now, was because she was right. This place was very close to falling. Every moment they waited was another one where this place might collapse. He wanted her above, where it was safe before that happened.
The fall must have unnerved her more than she’d let on for her not to pick up on any of that or call him on his autocratic orders. For that he was grateful, even as a thread of worry touched him.
She placed her boot in his hand, and he lifted her easily until she was standing on his shoulders.
“Shea!” Buck’s head appeared over the edge. He looked like he’d lain down. Seeing Shea so close, he extended his hand. “Here, I’ll pull you up.”
Shea reached, catching hold of his hand easily. He lifted her out, pulling until she was over the lip of the ledge. Fallon stepped back, watching the place where she’d disappeared.
Shea crawled several feet from the edge wanting to keep her weight as distributed as possible so as not to collapse everything. Buck was right beside her. When she turned and sat, he clasped her on the shoulder, patting her arms and legs.
“I’m fine, Buck.”
“Just making sure, crazy lady.”
“Does Caden have the rope?” she asked, looking around. Eamon and Caden were making their way towards them.
Before he could answer, there was a crack. Half the courtyard caved in.
“Fallon!” Shea lurched forward. Eamon and Caden grabbed her and dragged her back. “Fallon!”
There was a gaping hole where the post had been. Even the spot where Shea had been lifted out was gone.
An ugly feeling rose up inside her—one that threatened to grab her by the throat and spew venom and darkness.
Fallon was down there. Fallon was down there. Fallon was down there.
Shea didn’t realize she was repeating the words over and over until Eamon stepped in front of her and grabbed her face.
“I know, lass. I’m sorry.”
Shea made a choked sound. She couldn’t cry, her eyes were dry. This couldn’t be happening.
“Was the Warlord down there?” a voice shouted.
There were running footsteps as several people spilled into what remained of the courtyard.
“I told you to keep them back,” Caden snapped, his voice coming from a distance. All Shea could do was stare at the hole where Fallon had been.
“They used one of the buildings to slip past us,” another voice answered.
Fallon was gone.
“You didn’t answer me. Was the Hawkvale down there when it collapsed?”
“I don’t answer to you, Rain,” Caden snarled.
“I’d be careful, outcast, in how you speak to the clan leaders. I don’t care if he did make you Anateri. With the Hawkvale dead, one of us stand to take his place,” Van said.
Dead.
There was a scuffle as Caden lunged at the other man. Only the quick reaction of his men kept him from landing a blow. Eamon and Buck surrounded Shea, their eyes on the others even as they protected her.
“Do you see a body?” Shea’s voice sounded like that of a stranger.
The other men paused, all eyes coming to her. She didn’t notice, staring at the dark abyss of space.
No one answered her.
She finally looked up, her eyes calm and her face composed. “Well? Do you see a body?”
“Will somebody shut her up? We don’t have time for histrionics.”