The Lair

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Lily

Carter might have called after her, but she didn’t stop. If she had, she would have lost it. She couldn’t have stopped to look at a single body. She just couldn’t. Because none of them would have been just bodies. All of them would have been Mel.

She would have been back in that church parking lot where her sister had had her heart ripped out of her body while Lily stood by, unable to do a damn thing.

If she had stopped for even a moment, she never would have recovered. And the last thing Carter needed was for her to go completely catatonic on him. Especially when she’d just spent the last several hours trying to convince him that she could handle herself and whatever was outside base camp.

So she bolted for the cavern, each step making her more nauseated. Her head spun and so did her stomach. Whatever drugs Dawn had given her had messed with her system, but still she ran.

She thought she’d be okay once she made it inside, but there was more blood there. Not on the ground like outside, but on the people. Those thirteen were not the only victims. The Ticks had caused a lot of damage before they’d been brought down.

That’s when the panic set in. When it hit her that those bodies out there weren’t Mel, but real people. People she knew. People like Shelby. People like McKenna.

Oh, God. McKenna.

Heart beating wildly, she scanned the crowd for McKenna’s distinctive, swollen belly. She didn’t see McKenna among the victims in the triage area, but she hadn’t looked at any of the bodies outside. She hadn’t stopped to make sure none of the victims were pregnant.

She ran for the door, only stopping to brace herself against the wall when she reached the exit. One of the Elites—some guy whose name she couldn’t remember—stood by the door. She sucked air into her lungs, trying to stop her head from swimming. Damn it, she hated feeling weak. Too out of breath to talk, she waved a hand at the door, gesturing for the Elite to let her out.

“Sorry, Lily. No one goes in or out.”

“What?”

“Carter’s orders.” The Elite’s expression was grim. The guy didn’t even look at her. “He’s taking care of the bodies.”

“But . . .” she stammered. He shook his head. Oh God. What if McKenna was out there? What if she was dead? What if she had died out there while Lily was off playing Joan of Arc? What if she never even saw the body, because she’d been too much of a coward to look at the victims?

She pushed herself away from the wall. “You have to let me out.”

“Can’t do it.”

“I’m looking for”—Her voice broke and a sob rose up. It took everything she had not to collapse right there—“for my friend McKenna. Maybe you’ve seen her, she’s—”

“Everybody knows McKenna.” Finally he looked at her, a flash of sympathy in his gaze. “I helped cover the bodies. I didn’t see her. I can’t promise, but—”

“Thank you.” She turned back around and surveyed the open cavern, looking one more time for McKenna’s form. The cavern was packed. It looked like every Green and Elite was either out in the triage area or over by the KP station. No one wanted to be alone. But she still didn’t see McKenna. That’s when she really ran. Past the tables at KP where the uninjured clustered, past the pallets someone had laid out on the hard, stone floor, past the dozens of injured Greens and Elites. She practically flew through the cavern so that it passed in a blur of blood-soaked clothes, anguished cries, and fearful whimpers.

Lily’s eyes moved frantically over the crowd, cataloging the wounded without really seeing them.

What would she do if McKenna was hurt?

But no. McKenna couldn’t be hurt. She just couldn’t be.

Fear pounded through Lily’s veins as she wended her way through the honeycombed cavern. Anxiety, cramps, and pain all mingled in her gut so that by the time she reached their RV, an Itasca Sunrise with the double teal stripes, she had to bend over at the waist and spit a mouthful of bile onto the hard rock of the cavern floor. She pressed a palm to her side as she straightened, willing her stomach into obedience. Her stomach muscles were cramping from her burst of running, and the pain from her gunshot was so intense it was like fireworks bursting behind her eyelids, but she dragged herself up the three steps and threw open the door to the RV.

“McKenna?” she called.

“I’ll be out in a minute!” came a voice from the RV’s bedroom.

Oh, thank God.

Lily’s knees gave out and she slid to the floor, her back against the closed door. She was shaking. Not just a little tremble in her hands, but shaking all over. Every major muscle group quivered as wave after wave of adrenaline swept through her. She clutched her legs to her chest, desperate for warmth, and cursed the cold humidity of the cave, sure she would never be warm again. Not after the months of living under this damn mountain. Certainly not after seeing all those bodies. Not after fearing that someone else she loved might be dead.

She had no idea what McKenna was doing in the bedroom, but she was glad for this moment of solitude, this chance to pull it together before she had to face her friend. She needed to be strong. Not just for McKenna, but for herself, too. If she cracked now, she’d never be able to put the pieces of her shattered self together again.

She didn’t know how long she sat, burying the tears and panic deep inside. When she felt a little steadier, she pushed to her feet and walked to the bedroom. She needed to make sure that McKenna was okay. She needed to see for herself that her friend was uninjured.

“Are you okay?” she called through the door.

She could hear McKenna moving around in there, but she didn’t answer. Lily asked again.

“I’m fine!” she called back, her voice far too cheerful under the circumstances.

“Are you sure?” Lily asked.

Why would McKenna be hiding in the bedroom? Was she hurt? Crying? Possibly huddled in the corner, a broken emotional mess?

She swung open the door to find McKenna bustling about the tiny little room, grabbing things from the built-in storage and jamming them in a duffle bag.

“What are you doing?”

McKenna looked up, a towel clutched in her hand. She gave an exaggerated wince. “I’m packing to leave.”

“I can see that.” Lily didn’t need to ask why. Probably everyone left at Base Camp was considering bailing. But where would they go? As dangerous as it was here, wasn’t it more dangerous out there? “Are you hurt?”

“No.”

“Not at all?”

McKenna stood, grabbed the bag she’d been packing, and managed to sweep past Lily, even though she was waddling and there was barely room to walk, much less sweep. “I’m fine. Not a scratch on me.”

“But the Ticks—”

“Don’t like pregnant blood, remember? They didn’t even sniff in my direction.”

Lily got another hit of adrenaline. “What the hell, McKenna? Why were you even out there? Why not just run in here and hide? It’s what I would have done.”

McKenna’s gaze hardened. “No it’s not. You’re not a coward. You would have run into the battle and fought.”

“No one expects you to fight, McKenna. You’re pregnant. You’re—”

She whirled on Lily. “I was right there by the door when the fight broke out. I just grabbed a stake and I ran out and I did it. And it didn’t matter. The girl that thing was killing was already dead and the battle ended so quickly. And it had already killed so many; what I did barely made a difference. They’re so much faster and stronger and—”

McKenna’s voice broke and she sagged against the cheesy Formica counter. It was like all the energy just sapped out of her, and she crumpled to the ground. She brought her knees as close to her chest as she could and braced her elbows on them, hiding her head.

Not knowing what else to do, Lily went and sat beside her. She placed a hand on the back of McKenna’s head. She could feel her taking in deep, ragged breaths.

“McKenna, I—”

“Joe couldn’t have made it out of something like that.”

“Huh?”

She twisted her head to look at Lily with tear-damp eyes. “All this time I’ve been telling myself he might still be out there, looking for me, and that all I had to do was stay alive and that he would find me. But I—”

Her voice broke again in a way that made Lily’s heart ache. Nothing about today had prepared her for the yearning in McKenna’s voice. For the open longing. The crushed hope. The burgeoning sorrow.

So she did the only thing she could think of to do. She continued to stroke McKenna’s hair. “Oh, McKenna—”

“But if he got cornered by more than one, then there’s no way. He’d be dead for sure. There’s no way he could make it. He—” She broke off again and sucked in another deep breath.

“If he couldn’t make it, then what makes you think you could? You can’t go. You need to stay here, where it’s safe.”

“It’s not safe here! Three Ticks, Lily! Just three Ticks and they decimated Base Camp.”

“Look, let’s think about this logically.”

“I’m going to have a baby in a month! I can’t do that living in a cave with a bunch of teenagers! There’s no doctor here. No hospital. No—”

“Have you even thought this through? I mean, really thought it through? Where are you going to go? How are you going to get there? This is crazy!”

“It’s not crazy.” McKenna pushed herself to her feet, rubbing the bottom of her belly as she stood. “I’m going to head to Canada. That was always the plan, right? Head north and seek asylum?”

“But we don’t even know for sure if Canada is still there. What if it’s fallen to the Ticks, too?”

“I don’t know.” She was struggling to pull air into her lungs, like she was battling a full-on panic attack. “All I know is that I can’t stay here. I just can’t. I can’t keep waiting for him. I can’t. I—”

Lily could hear the panic rising in McKenna’s voice again. That desperation and fear. The way she was sucking in air like she couldn’t breathe.

“Hey, calm down.” Lily rubbed a hand up and down McKenna’s arm. When that didn’t seem to help, she gently pulled her friend into her arms and just held her. “We’ll figure something out. I promise.”

“But—”

“Just give me a while to think about it, okay?” She could feel McKenna nod against her shoulder. “I’m not going to let anything happen to you or the baby. We’ll figure it out.”

McKenna started crying again, leaning so heavily into Lily that she had to brace herself against the wall of the RV to hold her friend. But the RV’s walls were flimsy. They were no better at holding up her weight than they were at keeping out the cold, and Lily couldn’t help but feel like the walls were going to collapse in on them.

Here at Base Camp, they didn’t live in RVs, they lived in a house of cards. Carter’s leadership, Lily’s ability as an abductura, McKenna’s hopes, everyone’s safety. They were all cards, each one leaning against the other. She’d always known the slightest jostle would send them tumbling down. Today, the attack from the Ticks hadn’t been a tiny bump. It had been an earthquake.