She bit back a curse, ignored the rising sense of panic, and edged sideways. It couldn't be totally solid. There had to be stones she could move. Even if she only made a hole big enough for the water to escape through, it would be enough. Ethan was beyond this wall somewhere. She was sure of that, if nothing else. He'd find her. He'd get help and get her out. If the soul sucker and her zombies didn't find him and the rescue party first.
Rock tipped under her touch. Kinetic energy surged to her fingertips. She carefully withdrew the stone from the pile and tossed it behind her. Water splashed, creating a wave that lapped past her hips. She bit her lip and grabbed another rock, working methodically to create a gap as dust and pebbles rained down on her and the water continued to rise.
Sweat trickled down her face and a pounding ache settled into her head. She was beginning to push her kinetic limits, but she had no other choice. The water was rising faster now, and creating a hole was her only hope of escape. Her only hope of immediate survival.
She pulled out another rock. There was an odd sound, like an old man groaning as he struggled to rise, then rocks and debris began to rain down on her.
She yelped and jumped back. Her feet slipped and she went under the water, the coldness snatching her breath.
Stones rained around her, churning the dark waters, confusing her senses so she couldn't tell up from down.
She tried to relax, tried to let herself float, but a rock hit her shoulder, and she cried out in pain, sucking in water, filling her lungs with ice. Then something hit her head and darkness closed in.
Ethan dropped the chain and shifted shape as he ran into the cavern. Where the entrance of the tunnel had been was now a wall of stone and rubble. He could hear the rushing of water, knew the fissures must have opened in the explosion, providing the river with a brand new course.
A course that might kill Kat if he didn't find some way to free her quickly.
He slid to a stop. Near the very top of the wall there was a small gap. No water escaped through it, which surely meant it hadn't reached that high yet.
He scrambled up, dislodging rocks and slipping in his haste. Stones tore at his hands and arms, but he didn't care. Time was ticking away, and so were Kat's chances of surviving. He had to act fast.
He grabbed the rocks and began throwing them down, rapidly widening the hole. The air that rushed out of the tunnel was thick and cold and filled with fear. Or maybe it was his fear he could smell. His gut churned, and the thought that he might already be too late made his hands shake.
He kept working, shifting a rock, throwing it down, then grabbing another and repeating the process. Over and over, until his arms and back ached and sweat stung his eyes. Water lapped at the widened hole. He climbed a little higher and leaned into the damp darkness.
"Kat?"
His urgent whisper seemed to echo through the darkness.
She didn't answer. The steady rush of water was the only sound to be heard.
He swore and grabbed another rock, thrusting it past his feet. A tremor ran through the rocks, then the whole pile shifted and slipped forward, as if the pressure of the water behind it had became too much. He froze for a second, every muscle tensed as he listened to the groaning. The wall shifted again, this time more noticeably. It was going to collapse… he jumped down and ran like hell.
There was a rumble of sound, like that of an express train bearing down on him, then a surge of water and rock swept him off his feet. He hit the ground with a grunt and was sent tumbling forward, tossed and turned as easily as the boulders that rained around him.
He slithered into a cavern wall, pain blooming up his side. He cursed, but braced himself against the wall and rose. The wall of rock was all but gone, the water rushing down the other tunnel. He couldn't see Kat anywhere.
Pushing away the rising sense of panic, he ran back to the wall and climbed over the few stones that remained.
That's when he saw her. She was face down in the remaining puddle of water, wedged up against the wall.
He grabbed her, pulled her onto drier ground, and turned her over. She wasn't breathing, and her lips were blue.
Panic surged, and he took a deep breath, trying to calm down. He knew CPR. He'd done it successfully more than once.
Only this was the first time it had really mattered. This was the first time he was trying to save someone he cared about. He pushed her onto her side, then opened her mouth and checked for obstructions. None.
He began resuscitation. Fear was a knife digging deep into his heart. He didn't want to lose her — not now, not like this. Not ever.
And that one thought filled him with as much fear as the thought of not being able to revive her. But he thrust the fear aside and concentrated on breathing for them both, on willing her back.
For what seemed like ages, nothing happened. He continued CPR and hung on to hope. Then she shuddered and coughed. Water spewed from her mouth. Relief surged, so strong it left him trembling. He thrust her onto her side, holding her while she vomited the rest of the water from her stomach.
"God," she murmured. "I feel like I've been sitting in a freezer for a week."
Her teeth were chattering so hard he could barely make out what she was saying. "Are you hurt anywhere else?"
She shook her head and coughed weakly. "What in hell happened to the magic barrier?"
"The Mara came down the tunnel not long after you'd left and took it down. She and the zombies moved the kids to higher ground."
Her gaze met his. The fear still lingering in the green depths of her eyes stabbed through his heart. He ran his hand down to her cheek and brushed a thumb across her cold lips. Lips he ached to kiss. "You up to walking?"
"I think so."
"Good. We have to get you back to the cabin where it's warm."
"We can't. Not until we get those two kids."
He rose, then took her hand and pulled her upright. She hissed, and pain flitted through her pretty eyes. He wrapped his arms around her waist and held her close.
She was wet and cold, and he wanted her so fiercely his whole body ached.
"You look like something the cat coughed up," he said softly. "I don't think rescuing anyone is really an option right now."
A cheeky smile touched her lips. "So that's a stake in your pocket and not an indication that you might be exaggerating just little about how bad I look?"
He grinned. "It's no stake, and I'm not exaggerating. And I think I'd want you no matter how horrible you looked."
She raised an eyebrow. "The heat of the moon has a lot to answer for, huh?"
"Maybe." But it wasn't the moon surging through his veins right now. It was her presence. Her closeness. He brushed a kiss across her lips and resisted the temptation to do anything more. Now was definitely not the time.
He stepped away. "You're shivering with cold and barely able to stand. There are at least three zombies guarding the kids, and the Mara's with them. I think it's safer to wait until tonight."
"And give her time to set more traps? How sensible is that?" She looked around. "Have you seen my backpack anywhere?"
He ignored the rush of annoyance and said as calmly as he could, "No."
"Then we'd better look for it. We'll need the stakes if the soul sucker attacks."
"Kat — " "No." She crossed her arms, her expression a picture of stubbornness. "We're wasting precious time standing here arguing, you know."
"I can pick you up and carry you out."
"And I can slap your ass across the cavern and go on by myself."
And she probably would, if he didn't give in. "God save me from obstinate women," he muttered and swung away to find the backpack.
It was wedged into what remained of the fissure he'd hidden in earlier. He swept it up then walked back down to her. "At least get out of those wet sweaters."