 Blair nodded and sniffed. “I-I’m s-sor-sorry.” “You have nothing to be apologizing for. Is the wetness in one spot?” “I don’t know. It’s getting bigger.” Blair sucked in air and opened his eyes again. “I’m bleeding. I’m going to bleed out and die. I don’t want—” He tried pulling in more oxygen, but it was suddenly impossible to breathe through what felt like tight bands tightening down around his chest. “Blair!” Declan said sternly and held one finger up in front of Blair’s face. “You are not going to die. You’re a vampire. Bleeding out takes weeks.” He sat back and ran one hand through his hair. “I know you’re scared and in pain, but we both have to stay calm. Lucas and Jonas are out there”—he pointed up—“and they are looking for us. I can feel it. They’ll find us.” Closing his eyes for a few beats, Declan sighed. “Right now, I need you to focus on our problem and stay calm. Someone is here with us. Can you do that?” Blair gulped and nodded. Declan patted the side of Blair’s head and smiled. He twisted on his heels and seemed to be searching for something. “I will get you out of here,” he said, reaching for something out of Blair’s line of sight, Declan turned back to Blair and handed him a piece of metal rebar. “Grip this and try to stay quiet. Have you ever seen a woman give birth?” Blair shook his head. “No.” His voice came out more of a squeak than a word. “You pull in a very deep breath like this.” Declan took a breath, and his chest expanded. “And blow out like this.” He exhaled a quick series of short bursts. “Then repeat.” Waving his hand in a get-moving motion, Declan said, “Now you.” Blair’s expression no doubt reflected how dubious he was. Declan nodded and raised his eyebrows. Focusing on Declan’s face, Blair did as instructed. “Again,” Declan said when Blair finished. Blair nodded and repeated the action. When he was done, Declan asked, “Feel better?” “Yeah. I do.” “Good. Now I want you to keep doing that.” “What are you going to do?” Blair asked. Declan stood up, removed his suit jacket, and laid it to the side. “I’m going to see if I can get what I think is a wine bar off of your leg.” Blair managed to look at his legs. From his pelvis down, he was covered by a huge chunk of concrete. “It looks heavy.” Declan chuckled. “Yes, it does. Hang on to that piece of metal and breathe.” Before Blair could think about what Declan was about to do, Declan grabbed an edge of the concrete and metal frame and grunted, straining to ease the thing off Blair. Gripping the rebar so tightly Blair pressed dents into it, he dragged in big breaths and panted them out again. Declan’s face turned red, and the muscles of his neck and arms corded and shook. Declan glanced at him. “Anything?” Blair shook his head and dropped the rod. “It’s not budging.” Declan released the edge of the concrete chunk, straightened, and stood with his hands at his sides, breathing hard. “I’m going to need help with this one, mon ami.” He put two fingers to his lips and turned silently to the left, then the right, before pointing to the far side of the parking garage. Elevator doors had been set in, but Blair could see there was no elevator yet. Stones bounced loose from somewhere above them. Declan dropped to his knees and inched closer to Blair, so he was hidden by the rubble. “Big rats,” Blair muttered. “I hate rats.” Declan grinned and nodded. “As do I. You up for this?” “Yes. Don’t get hurt.” Blair winced and bite back a sob as he shifted and panted a few more times. He gripped and released the edges of the concrete block a few times. “You promised to get me out.” “Make it sound good.” Declan patted the side of Blair’s neck. He kept low and crept away from Blair to another pile of rubble, then slipped out of sight. “Shouldn’t be too hard.” Blair put his hands flat on the ground to either side of him and lifted his weight up. All the progress the deep breathing and panting had made evaporated in a barrage of agony. Blair shouted, then clenched his jaw tight. When the wave of dizziness passed, he pleaded, “Is anyone there? Help me, please. Someone?” Declan crouched low in the shadows. Lucas had once described the difference between Declan and Forge perfectly. Forge would come at an opponent head on. Declan was, in Lucas’s words, the “deadly assassin of the night.” He’d disarm and disable an adversary before they ever knew he was there, and he had a spectacular repertoire of means to accomplish those ends. Blair almost felt sorry for anyone approaching and threatening him. Almost. The human they’d chased moved cautiously out of the elevator space. He looked one way then the other as he walked in Blair’s direction. Blair reminded himself he’d been human a few short years ago. Looking afraid and in pain wasn’t difficult. He was afraid and in pain. From behind his back, the man pulled a gun and held it in front of him in what Blair recognized now as an assault position. Coming to a stop opposite Blair, the man used one foot to shove against the chunk of concrete. Blair shivered and looked up at the man. He gulped in a breath and gagged. The man smirked. “Where’s your buddy, and why were you chasing me?” “I’m bleeding,” Blair whispered. The gun discharged, and a bullet ricocheted off the concrete, sending a spray of dust and stone slivers into the air. Blair flinched, then hissed in a breath and stifled a sob. “Help me. Please?” “How the hell did you even survive that fall?” The man’s eyes narrowed, and he raised the gun, taking aim at Blair’s head. “Tell me where the other guy is and I’ll make it fast.” He moved a few feet to the side and glared at Blair. “What were you two chasing me for? And why were you in the other building?” “Why were you in the…?” Blair cringed and his voice cracked and broke. He heard Declan moving into position behind the man. “He left me. The b-bastard. W-we were there to…” Blair sucked in a succession of breaths, tilted to the side as much as possible, and groaned out one long sigh, then slumped down. The man’s heartbeat ramped higher audibly. “Hey, no. Tell me what you—” He garbled some odd noise, his words abruptly cut off. Blair opened his eyes and turned his head to watch. One minute no one stood behind the man, and the next Declan was there with an arm around the guy’s chest, holding him in place. His other hand gripped the man’s chin. “Drop it,” Declan snarled. The man struggled, and Declan gave him a small jerk. “I was sixteen the first time I killed a man with my bare hands. You’re responsible for my young friend here being hurt. Drop. It.” The man sucked in a breath, but his fingers opened, and the gun fell to the ground. “I will kill you. You have the choice of it being quick and painless—here one minute, not here the next. Or…” Declan moved his hand and pressed against the man’s neck. “Do you feel where my thumb is pressing in? Enough pressure there will sever your spinal cord.” “Fuck you. You can’t really—” Blair watched as Declan tightened his arm around the man’s rib cage and jerked up with enough force to raise the guy’s feet off the ground for a few seconds. His face turned red, and he gulped. “Getting hard to breathe? I’m a vampire. That makes me strong enough to crush your rib cage and snap your neck.” “You’re delusional,” the guy grumbled. Declan’s eyes changed to a solid moss green, and his fangs dropped. He turned the man’s head far enough to see him. “Whether or not you believe in our existence is irrelevant. Who are you working for?” The man spit at Declan. Heaving a long-suffering sigh, Declan said, “Hollywood makes it look so smooth. One twist of his neck—” He gave the man’s chin a jerk. “—and the bad guy just falls dead. No pain, no fuss, no muss, no real knowledge of what happened to him. Just dead. In reality, you’d lie there, conscious, unable to move and fully cognizant of the fact that you’re suffocating.” He shook his head ever so slightly. “It must be horrible—knowing your lungs aren’t working and being unable to draw a breath. Yet your mind knows what’s happening.” Declan ripped at the guy’s shirt collar with his fangs. “But one bite in the right spot and you’ll bleed out so fast you’ll never suffer, never know.” “I’m not telling you anything,” the man ground out. The muscles in Declan’s arm tensed, and Blair thought he heard ribs cracking. “It would be a shame if one of your lungs were punctured. Air in your chest cavity is an atrocious feeling.” Declan moved so he was speaking into the man’s other ear. “If you’re going to continue in this line of work, you really should learn more about human anatomy.” He shrugged. “A little tip.” He relaxed his grip on the man’s chest. “Now, answer my questions.” “I-I w-was only supposed to verify the Wi-Fi was out in the building and a private network would still be operational.” “Who was screwing with the traffic signals?” Blair asked. When the man glared and kept silent, refusing to answer Blair’s question, Declan must have pressed harder into the guy’s neck with his thumb because he spit out a funny hiccup sort of sound. “Answer him,” Declan snarled. Read Quarry in eBook, paperback, in Kindle Unlimited or from your local library digital catalog.    
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