Bitter Night (34 page)

Max did not even slow down. She climbed to the top of the uncertain steel and leaped. Her body bowed and her hands clawed for a hold, and her feet scrabbled against the rock. Then she heaved herself up, disappearing from sight. The monstrous slab of stone scraped and groaned, and he held his breath as he waited for it to break free.

“Alexander?” Max called. She sounded breathless.

“Here.”

“Can you follow me? There’s a lip there just inside the gap. Grab it and pull up until you can get your feet on it, and then push up. I’ll grab you.”

Another thundering roar struck the mountain, and magic rushed down the shaft. The stone pipe blurred under the onslaught, momentarily turning to liquid. The magic didn’t affect the ladder, but the rivets that held it in place popped free, and the ladder tilted away from the wall. The boulder dropped at the same moment. Alexander relaxed his hands and jumped, sliding down the ladder. A few seconds later as the rock solidified again, he clenched his hands and stopped his fall. The slab of stone had wedged again. Slowly he climbed back up, the ladder creaking protest as it bent back to rest against the opposite wall.

“Alexander?” Max’s voice echoed. “Are you there?”

“Yes.”

“Can you get up?”

“Give me a minute.”

He reached the top of the ladder and scanned the stone. Even as he watched, it grated downward with an ominous groan. There looked to be a narrow crevice on the opposite side. The only way to reach it was to leap across, grappling a handhold on the unstable boulder. He did not let himself consider. He launched himself across the fifteen feet and slammed against the granite, clawing a horizontal crack. He hung there, his heart pounding. Nothing happened. He let go with one hand, spidering his fingers across the rough surface. He found a place to grip and swung over, his legs dangling uselessly. Another handhold. Another. One more. He was across. He looked up into the opening and saw Max above. Behind her, the top of the shaft was a fiery furnace. She smiled fiercely with that wild recklessness that scared the hell out of him.

“Just remember I told you to run when you had the chance. You could have been lounging on a beach somewhere,” she called.

“Sounds boring,” he said, his arms straining as he scanned for another handhold. The stone slipped a couple of inches. He lost his grip and dangled one-handed. He twisted, his shoulder popping.

“Just above you there’s a lip,” Max said. “No’to the right. That’s it. Hurry.”

As if he needed to be told. He hooked his fingers over the inchwide outcropping and pulled himself up until he could reach Max’s outstretched hand. He gripped her tightly and kicked up through the gap until he sprawled on the fallen hunk of stone. The heat here was like a blast furnace.

“Boring might be a nice place to be right about now,” she said. “Come on. This rock could go at any time. I do not want to be on it.”

Her eyes danced and her face was alight. Alexander rolled to his feet beside her. “You are enjoying this.”

She grinned. “Aren’t you?”

Remarkably, he was. “Perhaps neither of us has enough clowns for a circus.”

“Of course we don’t. Comes with the job. That’s why we’re standing here talking nonsense while the world is going to hell all around us. Let’s go.”

The ladder was entirely destroyed but for a few rivets and scrap. The walls of the shaft were crumbled and fissured from the heat and the magic quakes. Max took off her shoes, tucking her socks inside. She knotted the laces together and slung them around her neck. Alexander eyed her suspiciously before doing the same. He was not a climber, but he recognized that having his toes free would be an advantage.

He glanced up again. Fire rimmed the rectangular opening above, and even as he watched, molten rock dribbled down along the wall.

“How are we going to get past that?”

“With luck. Come on. We don’t want to get struck by another magic wave. We won’t have anything to hang on to.”

Max started up. She climbed easily, moving like a spider. Alexander did his best to follow her path, but soon his fingers and toes were raw and he shook with the ferocity of his concentration.

The closer they came to the opening, the more intense the heat grew. The air rippled and Alexander longed for a drink of water. Still Max did not slow down. Finally, just fifteen feet from the top, she crawled into a steel conduit, then reached down to help him inside.

She leaned back out and looked up, then retreated back to Alexander. She sat down and started pulling on her socks and boots. He followed suit.

“This leads down the hill to Skunk Creek. There’s a splice about halfway that goes to the greenhouses. It’s not far, maybe a half mile. There’s an access shaft at the intersection and hopefully we can get out. If not, we’ll go all the way to the creek and hope the angelfire doesn’t burn water, too.”

“I do not think this is normal angelfire,” Alexander said. “The fires south of San Diego were not this hot. The rocks did not melt there. I believe this is Xaphan’s battle fire’otherwise it probably would not hurt another angel like Tutresiel.”

“What’s your point?”

“It may very well burn water.”

“Aren’t you a bright ray of sunshine?”

Alexander shrugged. “Tell me to walk into the battle fire and I will.” He was not sure why he said it. She had not questioned his loyalty since they had arrived at Horngate. But the sharp taste of her doubt lingered, and he wanted to kill it permanently, though he knew trust was earned, not claimed.

She looked at him. Her eyes narrowed. “I know. You don’t have to convince me. Now let’s go before they turn the mountain into gravel, and hope to hell that this tunnel hasn’t collapsed.”

They could stand hunched over. Max led the way in a clumsy jog. She’d gone only a hundred feet when she stopped. The pipe sagged pregnantly downward, leaving a gap less than a foot high and not much wider to fit through. Max shook her head and drew a harsh breath. She crouched, bending low to look beneath. She straightened and reached her hands under, pulling upward. Metal creaked. Her muscles bunched and corded, but there was no more give. She let go.

“That will have to do.”

She lay on her stomach and started to crawl through. Her shoulders were a tight fit, but she squirmed along with a few choice curses.

Then the mountain shook again with a sound like thunder. A wave of power rushed up the tunnel and slammed Alexander in the back. His head banged against the curve of the steel pipe, and his vision fogged momentarily. Instinct made him grab Max’s feet. He lunged backward, dragging her out of the hole. A second later the steel conduit shimmered blue and the bulge in the pipe sank with a groan to seal the tunnel. It started to flatten and the two scrambled backward, hands pressing into the now spongy surface of the corrugated-steel floor.

“Get on your feet,” Max said, pulling Alexander up. “Keep your feet moving or you’ll end up stuck.”

As it was, when the magic wave passed, the sole of his boot was tightly embedded in the steel. It took a hard yank to pull it free, and some of the metal came with it.

“Now what?” he asked.

“I guess we walk into the fire.”

“There is no other way?”

“If that stone finished its fall down the shaft, it sealed the hallway below. The only way left open is up.”

She pushed past him in the strangled space of the pipe. Alexander caught her arm. She stopped and eyed him narrowly. “You got a problem?”

“Aside from the fact that we are about to die? No. But I want to say thank you before it is too late.”

“For?”

“Letting me in. Trusting me. It means a lot. If the tables were turned, I do not think I would have been so generous.”

“Some would call me stupid. You would, in fact.”

He smiled fleetingly, then sobered. “Try not to get killed.”

“Likewise, I’m sure.” She started to pull away, then turned back. “Fuck it,” she muttered.

She reached up and pulled his head down, kissing him hard. He wrapped his arms tight around her, snatching her close. The kiss was almost brutal in its need. Teeth ground against teeth, and their tongues devoured each other. The taste of her made his gut twist with a violent hunger.

As quickly as it had begun, it was over. Max pushed away and Alexander let her go reluctantly. “I thought you did not mess around with the men in your coven,” he rasped, his heart thundering in his chest.

Max touched her fingers to her swollen lips. “Call it ...a last request. Even condemned prisoners are allowed that much, right? Now’let’s go jump into the fire.”

He shook his head, following her. “If we get out of this alive, you and I are going to find a quiet room and lock the door for a week or two.”

She laughed, and the sound rang down the conduit. He was not sure if it was because he had suggested they might survive, or because she found the idea of being with him amusing.

20

MAX RETURNED TO THE MOUTH OF THE CONDUIT. The heat was hotter now and burled down the shaft in fierce waves. Flames crackled and popped with fierce energy. She looked up quickly, then ducked back inside, her skin ruddy. Her brow furrowed and her mouth pursed, then she shook her head.

“It’s too late to go up. We’ll be cooked. We have to try going back down and hope we can get through.”

She leaned out over the lip of the opening. “The rock fell. Not quite all the way to the bottom. It looks like there might be a gap we can get through. We’ll have to hurry. If there’s another magic strike, we’ll lose our handholds and pancake on the bottom.” She started to pull back inside, then stopped. “Wait a second. Look at that.”

Alexander came to look past her. A gray-green film covered the bottom of the shaft. It shimmered and rippled like water. Slowly it rose. It was the shield. As they watched, a drop of molten stone dropped down the shaft. It hit the magic screen, and this time the surface did not falter or pucker.

“Selange must be helping Giselle,” Max said. “It’s handling the heat better than when it started, which means ...Change of plan,” she said with sudden energy.

“We are going up after all,” Alexander finished.

“The shield should cool the rock enough to climb. Leave your boots on. We’re close enough we should make it easily enough. Get ready.”

The thin shell of magic rose higher. It pushed up through the mountain, rising up through the bottom of the conduit. It was cold and it stung as it swept up and over their heads. As soon as it passed, Max climbed out into the shaft.

The shield had cooled the rock considerably, and in just moments the two Shadowblades clambered up out of the shaft and into an apocalyptic wasteland.

They stood on a mountain above the U-shaped river valley that held the greenhouses and a collection of barns and pastures. A hundred yards downslope Alexander could see the fissure gaping like a mouth above the underground hall. The field of bubbled and black rock spread out from beneath their feet, covering an area the size of three football fields. Xaphan’s battle fire had melted the stone, and the molten rock had run and pooled like liquid wax. Above it the shield rose some three feet, coming to just above Alexander’s knees. Already it was tattering, as if the two witches were struggling to hold it. Acrid smoke drifted lethargically over the ground. All around on the receding ridges, forest fires raged, orange flames leaping from crown to crown. Overhead, lightning flashed as a dry summer storm rolled in. It was like standing in the middle of an active volcano.

A sound like clashing swords drew Alexander’s attention. It was the angel of the sword’Tutresiel. His wings were silver, each feather metallic and sharp. Every beat clattered. Like Xaphan, he was albino white with crimson eyes, but his hair was matte black and hung to his shoulders. The blade of the sword he wielded was at least seven feet long and shone with an incandescent white witchlight.

The two angels squared off just thirty yards on the downslope side. The two circled each other in the air. Xaphan’s wings blazed with orange and blue flames that trailed through the night like streamers. Max turned, her expression tense.

“Over there,” she said, pointing ahead, then sprinted across the hillside.

Her Shadowblades and a group of Sunspears waited in a cluster of towering boulders. A tall, broad-shouldered Spear leaped forward to wrap Max in a hard hug’Giselle’s Sunspear Prime. He was soot-stained, and streaks of blood marked his arms and chest. His shirt had been slashed to ribbons. Despite that, he radiated strength and command.

“Max’it’s about time you showed up. We thought maybe you took off for Machu Picchu and left us to play with the angels by ourselves.” He yanked her to the side as his glance fell on Alexander. His voice dropped into a threatening growl. “Who’s this?”

The two stared hard at each other, and Alexander could feel the brutal power of the Sunspear Prime. He bristled, his teeth baring.

“Relax, Oz. He’s one of mine. His name is Alexander.”

That did not alleviate the other man’s suspicion, but he reluctantly turned his attention back to Max, who had slid out of his grasp.

“How bad is it down below?”

Alexander noticed that the whites of his eyes were turning gray, and black threads embroidered the underside of his skin, stitching up from the collar of his shirt and across his face. He was a Sunspear and the night was poisoning him’all of them. He had another hour at most before he dropped dead. It would worsen much more quickly if he had to draw on any of his spells.

“Part of the hall collapsed. It took the circle and star with it,” she said, the words clipped. Even as Alexander watched, she was pulling inward, going deep. It was like watching her strip away a human skin and let the beast inside out. It was beautiful and terrifying, because whatever minuscule sense of personal safety she carried with her disappeared with that vestige of humanity. “Aulne Rouge’s witch Selange is down there. She’s helping Giselle with the shield. They won’t be able to hold it long with the angels going at it the way they are. We need to stop them.”

“We’ve thrown everything we have at them. Guns, RPGs, arrows, even a damned flamethrower. Nothing fazes them,” Niko said, looking haggard. “The fuckers don’t even notice.”