“It was most annoying.”
“Obviously you underestimated the love of a mother for her child,” Laylah said softly.
“Such a human emotion,” Marika scoffed.
“And yet more powerful than a vampire and her stooge of a mage. Remarkable.”
“She’s a stubborn fool who has sacrificed her life for no reason.”
Laylah lifted her hands, allowing her power to flow through her body. “You don’t get it, do you?”
Suddenly wary, Marika took a step backward. “Get what?”
“A mother will do whatever necessary to protect her children.”
Glancing upward, she concentrated on the fissures that ran through the thick stones.
With Jinn blood running through her veins, she was intimately connected to nature. She could feel the age of the stone, smell the droplets of ice in the air, and sense the raging inferno that was churning deep in the earth.
The entire area was a powder keg waiting to blow and the numerous quakes had left several of the tunnels dangerously unstable.
Which was perfect for her needs.
Releasing her powers, she leaped backward, scrambling toward the small opening hidden behind a stalagmite as the entire cavern began to shake.
Belatedly realizing the danger, Marika tried to follow Laylah, only to be stunned as a large chunk of rock tumbled from the ceiling and struck her with a glancing blow. She fell to her knees, blood streaming down her face as she watched Laylah shoving herself through the narrow opening.
“No,” she screamed, flowing back to her feet, her hand slashing through the air.
Laylah felt a cut slicing through her chest, but she didn’t allow her concentration to falter. Exhausting the last of her powers she widened the fissures, ripping them apart with enough force to send several tons of rubble into the cavern.
The impact of the collapse thankfully tossed her backward rather than tumbling her into the lethal avalanche. She smacked her head against a low-hanging rock, and she choked on the cloud of dust that filled her lungs, but she was able to crawl away from the cave-in.
Which was more than Marika could say.
Or at least, that was the hope.
A grim smile touched her lips at the thought of the vicious bitch squashed beneath half the mountain. It would be a fitting end.
Of course, there was always the less pleasant prospect that the vampire had survived the crush of rocks and was even now clawing her way free to wreck horrible vengeance.
The thought was enough to make her curse the cramped passageway that forced her to squeeze through on her hands and knees.
She traveled several hundred feet before she at last crossed paths with a larger tunnel that led upward.
With a sigh, she straightened, only to lurch to the side, banging her head yet again.
Crap.
She hadn’t realized how much energy she’d drained. Now it was an effort to stand upright. Ignoring her exhaustion, the throbbing cut across her chest, and the various head wounds, Laylah forced her legs to hold her weight. Then, one slow step after another, she moved up the tunnel.
She lost track of time. It felt like an eternity had passed since she’d first fled with Marika hot on her heels, although she suspected that it had been less than a half hour. Funny how time could drag when she was battling a lunatic vampire.
At last she managed to stumble her way back to the original passageway. Then, finding the spot she’d been searching for, she lowered herself to her knees, her head bent as she struggled to dredge up the last of her failing strength.
Distantly she was aware of the mini-tremors that shook the mountain and the fine dust billowing through the air. You couldn’t create a cave-in without repercussions. But, so far the upper chambers hadn’t collapsed.
Which meant that Tane should be fine.
Always assuming the mage hadn’t …
No. She shook her head. She had to trust he could keep himself safe.
For now her duty was to her child.
Scrubbing her fingers through her short strands of hair, Laylah rose to her feet and squared her shoulders. Then, lifting her hand, she carefully searched until she’d found the exact spot where she’d left Maluhia before opening the veil.
She trembled from the effort, sweat dripping down her face as she reached into the mists and wrapped her arms around the baby.
It would, of course, be safest to simply remain in the corridor and travel as far and fast away from the mountain as possible. But, the very fact she could barely hold open the smallest doorway warned she was far too weary to make the attempt.
She would need hours, if not days, of rest before she could shadow walk again.
Allowing her cloak to drape around the babe, Laylah closed the veil and turned to continue her path through the dark tunnels.
For the moment her only thought was finding Tane. And then curling up in the nearest corner to rest.
After that …
Any fuzzy plans beginning to stew in the back of her mind were forgotten as the unmistakable scent of fresh herbs mixed with the thick dust in the air.
A Sylvermyst.
Heading in her direction at a rapid pace.
She glanced over her shoulder, as if she hoped a magic door had suddenly appeared. What she saw instead was a whole lot of nothing.