Free Beyond the Darkness by Alexandra Ivy Page B

“Damn.”
    As one, they turned to sprint forward, no longer concerned about what might lie ahead, just as dirt began showering down on their heads.
    The dash to stay ahead of the cave-in lasted nearly two miles, but at last the ceiling once again became stable, and better still, the tunnel widened and branched into two separate passageways.
    Salvatore came to a halt, waiting for Levet to skid to a stop at his side. Despite his perfect vision in the dark, this cramped and dank place was more suited to a gargoyle than a Were.
    “What do you sense?” he demanded.
    Levet sniffed the air and pointed his hand to the right. “This tunnel has an opening thirty or forty feet past the curve.” There was more sniffing. He pointed to the left. “That one…”
    “What?” Salvatore prompted.
    “It continues on, but I cannot tell more than that. It has not been used for several years.”
    Salvatore hesitated only a moment before coming to his decision.
    “Can you get past any curs who will be waiting?”
    “If you are attempting to insult me…”
    “Can you do it?”
    Before Levet could answer, Harley grabbed his arm and jerked him around to meet her scowl.
    “Just hold on. What are you planning?”
    “We have to split up.”
    “Split up? Are you kidding?”
    “If Levet can get past the guards, he can contact Styx and let him know we’re in trouble.”
    She blinked in surprise and Salvatore smiled wryly. Hell, she couldn’t be any more shocked than he was. Before this moment, he would have laughed at the suggestion he would deliberately seek out the leeches for help. So far as he was concerned, the only good vamp was one who stayed in his grave, where he belonged.
    Unfortunately, the suspicion that Briggs was still alive changed everything. Lunatic curs he could handle. A Were siphoning black magic meant that he had to swallow his considerable pride.
    The vampires were the only ones he could trust to keep Harley safe.
    “The vampire?” she muttered.
    Salvatore grimaced. “As much as it pains me to admit it, we’re going to need his help.”
    “You’re going to use the vampires to kill Briggs?”
    “For now, all I want is to get away from Caine and his goons,” he hedged.
    She tried to hide her shiver. “Then shouldn’t we be trying to get out of these tunnels?”
    “I don’t doubt we could fight our way past the curs, but they’ll be right on our tails. I prefer to slip away unnoticed.”
    Her scowled remained. “What of Levet?”
    “The curs have no interest in a gargoyle, and once he comes out the curs will be expecting us to be behind him. Hopefully, it will take some time for them to figure out we aren’t with him.”
    She gnawed her bottom lip, trying to find the flaws in his logic.
    “Have you considered the possibility that the tunnel might be a dead end?” she at last demanded. “We’ll be trapped.”
    Salvatore slowly smiled. “Trust me.”
    She snorted. “Not in a million years.”
    “We’ll see.” He grabbed Harley’s chilled hand and glanced toward the silent demon at his side. “Go, Levet.”
    Tossing his hands in the air, the tiny demon stomped his way down the dark tunnel.
    “Go, Levet. Come, Levet. Sit, Levet,” he muttered, making sure his voice carried back to Salvatore. “You do know I am not the dog around here?”
    With a roll of his eyes, Salvatore tugged Harley in the opposite direction.
    “ Cristo. I hope one of the damned curs eats him.”
    “You aren’t very grateful,” she predictably protested. The damned gargoyle possessed an unfathomable appeal to the fairer sex. Color him baffled. “He did rescue us.”
    “I will give you anything you desire if you keep that our little secret.”
    She laughed. “Is the big bad wolf embarrassed to be saved by the itty bitty gargoyle?”
    “That itty bitty gargoyle could drive a perfectly reasonable demon over the edge,” he grumbled.
    Thankfully, Harley was smart enough to let the conversation drop.
    “Always presuming