Avenged (The Altered Series) Page 3

  The remainder of their conversation disappeared as they moved out of the range of her power, behind too many concrete walls.

  She allowed her head to sag between her shoulder blades. She took deep breaths. He hadn’t known she was there. She was still free.

  His words remained, though. It can jeopardize everything. What did that mean?

  Who was that? Was that Fields?

  She nodded, starting forward again. So, he knew about Fields. She wondered how much more information he had. It didn’t matter. They needed to get out of here, one way or the other. Thankfully, Nick seemed to agree, and he let it go.

  She followed the rest of his directions without comment, and they wove their way through the walls and ceiling until they reached a length of duct that ran straight up.

  Stop here.

  She shifted up, into the opening, and then backed out so that she could face him.

  His face looked spooky in the flashlight beam. Poised on one hand, he rifled through his pocket, coming up with what appeared to be claws of some kind.

  “What are those?” she whispered.

  He held them out. The military made them for me. I’m going to cut holes in the duct, we’re going to climb up this tube, and go out on the roof.

  “Won’t they notice us?”

  Yes. Eventually. But I’ve got it covered.

  With that ominous promise, he rose, focusing on what he had to do. He cut a hole a foot or so up on one side, then another a foot or so above that on the adjacent side. He repeated this process until he couldn’t reach any higher. Then he put his foot in the first hole he’d made and hiked himself up. He moved up the duct in that way, quickly creating footholds along the sides of the ductwork as he went, until he reached the grate above them.

  Nearly twenty feet above them.

  You need to come up.

  He wanted her to climb, too.

  Okay. All right. She stretched her neck, trying to loosen the kink that had formed there. If this was the way out, then this was what she would have to do. She’d been through a lot over the past months. She wasn’t the timid girl she’d been.

  She could do this.

  You can do this. His voice floated in her mind. It was full of his usual steel, the bossiness she’d come to associate with him. Except it didn’t feel like bossiness now. It felt like confidence.

  It filled her up, chased away her doubt.

  Nick believed she could do this. If he believed she could do this, she wasn’t going to prove him wrong.

  She stood, putting the pocket-sized flashlight in her mouth. She refused to climb without any light. Maybe Nick could do hardcore stuff like that, but there was only so much she could expect from herself.

  Her fingers slipped into the first hold at shoulder height. But when she tried to grip, to hoist herself up, the sharp edge cut into her palm.

  She hissed and yanked her hand back, rubbing the soft flesh. In the flashlight beam, she watched tiny pinpricks of blood pool along the line. She pressed the sleeve of her jumpsuit against them.

  Pull the suit sleeves down over your palms. That damn thing looks big enough.

  She scowled up at him. He’d made this—everything—look so easy. It wasn’t fair.

  Put your anger into your task. We need to move. He might have seemed heartless if she couldn’t feel the compassion in him.

  Did he feel bad for her? She couldn’t handle his pity.

  Gritting her teeth, she blocked him and his pity and his thoughts out. She needed to concentrate.

  Instead, she focused on the fire in her chest. She latched onto that determination, shaking out her hands. This wasn’t going to be it. She wasn’t going back to that cell. She hadn’t come this far to fail.

  She gripped the handhold again, with the barrier of her jumpsuit over her hands, and hiked her foot into the first opening from the bottom. Thank goodness for the rubber on the bottom of her socks. It gave another layer of protection from the sharp metal. She inhaled and started up. In her mind it took forever, but in reality, she probably made pretty good time.

  At the top, she glanced up at Nick, the triumph of getting to him singing through her blood. As the flashlight played over his features, he didn’t look surprised—which surprised her. Instead, he looked proud.

  Her chest constricted, and she looked away, unsure what that meant. She’d closed him out, so she had no idea what he was thinking. But when she opened her mind again, he’d already looked away to the grate above their heads.

  A little more… A faint click sounded, followed by his triumphant, ah ha! He adjusted his footing, then put both of his hands over his head and pushed. The grate didn’t look light, but it came away from the sides pretty easily. He grunted as he heaved it, throwing it off the opening.

  He made two more handholds before he gripped the top of the duct and pulled himself up and out.

  She hurried to follow, less gracefully than him, of course, but finally her fingers tightened on the edge. She scurried, frantic to get out, to smell the fresh air again.

  Nick grasped her forearms, helping her to climb the last few feet. She tumbled out of the opening in her excitement, but he caught her against him, hauling her up.

  Again, she found herself in his arms, pressed against his wide chest. Again she felt breathless and off-kilter. Except this time, she didn’t blame the moment or the fact that she’d climbed up a duct a second ago.

  No, her body was reacting to him. To Nick, who thoroughly infuriated her, who talked down to her months ago and hadn’t thought she could manage herself.

  Kitty looked up and into his eyes, allowing him to hold her against him, enjoying the way his arms felt around her.

  We made it. I got her out. Thank God. His relief washed over her. While she was enjoying his body, he was thinking about their success.

  She pushed away from him, needing to stop being so close, needing to stop feeling him. Only then did she catch the chill in the air. That’s right. It was fall.

  “What now?” she asked, wanting to think about anything except him. She’d expected some sort of ATV, or that there would be a helicopter to extract them.

  Nick turned to the corner. Even in the dark, she could make out the glint of metal. When she heard his thoughts, she understood what would happen next.

  They were going to zip-line out of here.

  Chapter Three

  Nick knew Kitty wouldn’t go for the idea. It was why he hadn’t thought about it until now.

  Overcome one obstacle at a time.

  In the ambient light, she scowled at him. She must have heard that.

  Well, it didn’t make any difference. They still had to get out of here, and this was the best way he and the special ops guys could find. The complex was situated on the side of a hill. They would use a series of zip-lines to slide down the mountain.

  At least, that was the theory.

  “Wait—a series of zip-lines?” She glared at him, wrapping her arms around herself in the cool air. “That was the theory?”

  Yes. But it was the only option.

  “Come on.” He rested his hand at the small of her back, trying to coax her over to the setup. “We don’t have a lot of time.”

  The gear appeared undisturbed. Which meant that no one knew they were up here. Yet.

  He’d chosen this corner of the building because, as far as they could tell, it was hidden in one of the blind spots from the camera. It had meant a longer journey through the ducts, but they’d decided that was less risky than somewhere more conspicuous.

  Opening the pack that held the harnesses, he went through the systematic checklist to ensure their safety. Again. He’d performed the same check when he received them and then again when he’d packed them. They still appeared intact.

  He stood, holding a jacket and the smaller harness out to Kitty. They’d had to guess at her weight, estimating high. From how thin she was there wouldn’t be a problem. He tamped down on his anger. Hadn’t they bothered to feed her?

  Kitty stood still, staring at the harness as if he offered her a rattlesnake.

  He shook it. “You have to put it on.” When she still didn’t move to take it, he sighed. “We’ve come this far. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

  It was a promise. He’d done this countless times, was confident he could get her through this part safely. The only thing that made this situation dangerous was Kitty’s inexperience and the highly trained military operatives chasing them.

  She snatched the gear from his hand, her scowl enough to melt stone. He smiled. Better her be angry than afraid. “Let me help you with that.”

  Her eyebrows dropped, but she nodded. She didn’t like that she needed help, but it was obvious she didn’t know how to use the gear. He focused on the clips, the metal carabiners. He tried not to notice that his fingers were shaking at being this close to her. He didn’t want her to get the wrong idea.

  She could hear his thoughts, after all.

  After double and triple checking everything, he attended to himself. But this was his personal gear and went faster.

  The sounds of shouting drifted up from below them. If anyone saw them leave, it couldn’t be helped. The jacket he brought covered her chest, but the pants of Kitty’s ridiculous orange jumpsuit were still visible. Christ. Orange. Probably for this very purpose. Hard to hide someone wearing caution-cone orange.

  He snapped them on to the zip-line, him in the front, before he turned to give her instructions.

  “I’m going first. Watch me. We’ll jump off the edge of the building. You’ll follow me down the mountain. The end is attached to a tree there.” He pointed to the south. “You’ll keep your feet in front of you and together, and lean back.”

  “I need to jump off t
he building?” Her horror might have been comical if she weren’t so obviously terrified.

  “It’s not really jumping off the building, Kitty.” He did his best to keep his voice calm. “You’re attached to the line. You’ll follow me.” He reached back, squeezing her arm. “You can do this. I’m sure of it.”

  She stared at him, at where his fingers curled around her arm, then nodded again. He didn’t know if she believed him or not, but he didn’t think more time to worry about things would help.

  “Let’s go.” He shuffled over to the ledge, doing a bit of a bouncing hop-step. “Follow me,” he repeated.

  He dove off the edge.

  He’d always loved zip-lining and doing it in the dark was the best. He’d only jumped at night twice, but there was something about diving into the blackness, of letting his body fall into the abyss, that appealed to him. He could let go, feel nothing but the air whipping past him. Up high, attached to his harness, he was unable to control everything, even if he wanted to. It was frightening and exhilarating all at once.

  As he twisted through the trees—down, down, down—he finally allowed himself a moment to think about Kitty, outside her line of hearing.

  The unexpected reaction he was having to her was inconvenient. Yes, Kitty was pretty, gorgeous even. But this wasn’t about that. He’d come here to right a wrong. He hadn’t been able to stop thinking about what happened to her, and it had eaten him up inside.

  When they met, she’d had eyes for his roommate, Jeremy. That jerk had never been any good for anyone. When Nick had tried to tell her, to give her a heads up, it had come out wrong. Kitty had seen him as some overbearing dickhead when he’d only been trying to protect her.

  Jeremy had been a wild card, he’d known that. He’d gotten into the kind of trouble that he couldn’t talk his way out of, which made him capable of anything. Nick knew that Jeremy couldn’t be trusted with Seth and his friends’ secret, and yet he’d done nothing. If he’d spoken up, maybe he could have saved them some trouble.

  Kitty wouldn’t be here, obviously malnourished. Despite what she’d been through, her features remained haunting, her stare infinitely intuitive. It tugged at his heart.

  He forced himself to stop thinking about that. She hadn’t wanted anything to do with him months ago, and she didn’t want anything to do with him now. Making it about attraction…it was distracting when they couldn’t afford distractions. He would get her out of here, and that would be the end of it. Debt repaid.

  He shook his head, preparing himself to think of her as one of his sisters, as another soldier. Or even as his grandmother.

  But if he ever got his hands on whoever starved her, he’d rip them apart.

  As he reached the tree where he’d anchored the end of the cable, almost three hundred yards from the roof where they’d begun, he hit the spring mechanism at the end that stopped him.

  He quickly unhooked, wiped his sweaty palms on his legs. He moved, positioning himself to catch her when she arrived.

  He waited. And waited.

  After long moments passed, his heart pounded in his ears. Where the hell was she?

  Had she panicked? Balked? Had she waited too long and been discovered?

  He knew this was a lot for her, but Kitty had to be one of the strongest people he’d ever met. She heard what people thought, their awful and wonderful things, and she didn’t buckle under the weight of it. She’d been here, in this hellish place, a captive, for months. Yet, she’d still been able to get lippy with him when he’d ordered her around. He’d hoped that would be the case. Better her with her back up than curled into a ball.

  But he saw it in her. That spark, that thing that divided the soldiers who survived from the ones who didn’t. Kitty was a fighter.

  She’d jump. She had to.

  He listened to the night, but only silence met him.

  He hated times like this, moments when he felt helpless. He’d led her to her escape. But he couldn’t make her take the last step. She’d have to do it herself.

  Maybe he should have pushed for a tandem harness. They’d disregarded it, afraid it would be too hard to get into in the darkness, too awkward to attach to the cable, and waste too much valuable time. But at least he could have been sure that she would be out of that complex.

  When he began to think that he might have to abandon the zip-line, figure out a way to go back for her, he heard it—the unmistakable hiss of the carabiner on the cable. He exhaled, closed his eyes, and offered a silent prayer of thanks to the guy upstairs.

  That a girl.

  In the moonlight, he watched her slight form descend toward him, and he caught her, holding her for a moment, his hands curling instinctively. He allowed himself another breath in, his relief overwhelming.

  “You did it. Way to go.” He couldn’t help the pride.

  “You told me it was the only way down.” Still defensive and prickly.

  Why couldn’t she take praise? “Yes, but you could have decided not to do it.”

  “I wasn’t staying there.” She pushed out of his arms. The angle of the cable forced her to stand on her tiptoes as she attempted to get away from him. He tried not to let that bother him, but it did. He dropped his arms.

  She’d just left a horrible situation. She needed patience.

  “Let me help you.” He pulled his knife out of his pocket and cut the cable. She dropped to the ground as the line returned up the hill. When he’d requested equipment, he’d insisted on the retracting cable wire. That way, they wouldn’t be able to track them as easily.

  “Thanks.” She didn’t sound appreciative, though.

  He sighed. It sure would be easier if she didn’t have a chip on her shoulder.

  “I don’t have a chip on my shoulder.”

  Christ. “Right. Sorry.”

  Focus. There was no time for this conversation. Time to go up another tree.

  She glanced up. “We’re going to climb the tree in the dark?”

  “So much doubt.” He wished she could give him some credit, at least for a minute. “I’ve already attached handholds to this tree and three others. We’re going to do this same maneuver, three more times, until we get down the hill. We’ll stay at a camp in the valley there until we can be extracted.”

  “We’re going to zip-line three more times, after we climb three different, very tall trees?”

  “Yes.” He glanced down at her stark face in the moonlight. He reached for her, gripping her shoulders. He squeezed softly, and his eyes held hers. “Listen. You can do this. You’re strong, and I’m going to help. But you have to be in this with me. Are you here with me? Because I can’t get you out by myself.”

  Her eyes flickered back and forth between his, as if she was searching for something. This was probably the most terrifying thing about Kitty. She could see into a person’s soul. For real.

  He forced himself to remain reassuring, to put his confidence in the forefront of his mind.

  It must have worked, because she nodded. “I’m here, right?”

  He squeezed again, exhaling. “Yes, you are.”

  In the distance, he could hear the sound of motors. Damn it. Were they already out looking for them? He did his best to cover up the equipment he’d used to anchor the zip-line cable. Pushing it aside for the moment, he turned to the tree. “You first, lady.”

  He pointed out the handholds, and she nodded, scurrying up with more agility than he’d expected.

  “I grew up in the mountains, Nick.” Her snarky whisper rent the air. “I’ve climbed trees.”

  He chuckled to himself. That’s what he got for assuming.

  He followed her, removing each of the handholds as he went. Kitty sat perched in the tree next to a zip-line mechanism exactly like the one he’d used at the complex. He dropped the handholds in a bag he’d anchored to the tree and hooked her on. “You’re first this time.”

  A flash of fear washed over her face, but she quelled it immediately. She nodded and set her jaw. Without another word, she pushed off the tree, gliding down the mountain in front of him.

  God, her courage…

  Dampening that train of thought, he latched on and followed after her. The faster they put distance between themselves and Goldstone, the better.

  He stopped his momentum before he ran into Kitty at the next stop point.

  They made quick work of unlatching, cutting the cable, and burying the anchor. Kitty didn’t even comment before scurrying up the side of the tree like Spiderman. He followed, using the same procedure with the handholds, collecting them then dropping them in another bag in the treetop.