Her Obsession (by Sheridan Hartin) novel Chapter 42

Rubble and Ruin.

Sage

I watched from the edge of the hallway, half in shadow, as Naomi leaned dramatically against Liam’s arm like a bored starlet and he tried, with visible effort, not to implode from secondhand embarrassment. Or arousal. Maybe both. Probably both. She was still riding the tail end of whatever sedatives they’d pumped into her earlier, loopy and lethal, a volatile mix that made her both a liability and a spectacular distraction. Liam hadn’t figured out yet that she was just as dangerous on drugs as she was off them. Maybe more. It was like giving a knife to a bear. Sure, it might be confused, but it’s still a bear, with a knife. I leaned a shoulder against the crumbling wall, arms crossed, lips twitching as Naomi poked at him with some half-flirty, half-accusatory rant about kill-stealing and romantic debt. He said something back, dry and exasperated, and she laughed, sharp and wild, eyes glittering. It was nice. Almost too nice. My gut twisted. Instinct, old and well-earned, flared up like a warning siren. Too quiet. Too soft. Too fucking-BOOM! The world shattered. A flash of orange-white light tore through the far corridor, followed by a blast wave so hard it lifted me off my feet and threw me like a ragdoll. The roar hit me a heartbeat later, like the sky itself had cracked open and screamed. Then…Nothing. Or maybe just everything all at once. Ringing. A high, piercing note vibrating through the hollow of my skull. Like someone had shoved a tuning fork straight through my eardrum. My back had slammed into concrete. Hard. The air was punched out of my lungs. I tasted dust and blood and the metallic tang of adrenaline. My ears screamed. My vision swam. Somewhere in the distance, alarms started to wail, distorted, warbling, like underwater sirens. Debris rained down around me. Smoke rolled like a living thing, thick and black, devouring light. The heat from the blast lingered like breath against my cheek. I blinked. Once. Twice. Shapes moved through the smoke. Friend or enemy? I reached for my sidearm automatically. Fingers closed on the grip. Muscle memory overrode disorientation. I rolled onto my side, coughing hard, eyes burning. My left ear throbbed. Blood. Shit. Probably burst something. Didn’t matter. Had to move. Had to get eyes on the others. Naomi. Liam. They were somewhere ahead and had been just past the blown corridor. My pulse jackhammered as I scanned the rubble. Concrete dust hung thick in the air, but I could make out movement now, staggering figures, one limping, the other hunched low.

“Naomi!” I rasped. No answer. Too loud. Too much static in my head.

I pushed up onto one knee, head spinning, and forced myself upright. My body screamed in protest, ribs bruised, shoulder singed, ears ringing like a fucking fire alarm, but I moved anyway. I always moved because standing still gets you killed. Another distant explosion echoed through the belly of the compound, smaller, more controlled. Not ours. Not friendly. They were closing in. Someone had triggered a failsafe. The whole op just went to shit. I stepped over shattered concrete and broken rebar, scanning through the haze until I caught sight of them. Naomi had dragged herself halfway onto Liam’s lap, still laughing, a wild spark in her eye as blood dripped from her temple. Liam was cradling her like she was glass, but his own face was streaked with soot, bleeding from a gash over his brow. They were alive. Shaken, but alive.

“Move,” I barked, staggering toward them.

Naomi turned her head toward the sound of my voice, smile dazed and bloody. “Was that you or me?”

“Explosion?” I grunted. “Not me this time.”

“Damn. I was hoping for points.”

Liam coughed and looked at me like I was the insane one. “What the fuck was that?”

“Secondary charge. Someone doesn’t want us walking out of here.”

His face went cold. “Mirov?”

“Most likely,” I said, narrowing my eyes.

No more cat and mouse. No more hiding in shadows. He wanted war? He was going to choke on it.

Conner

The first explosion hit like a fucking freight train. The walls groaned. The floor bucked. For a second, I thought the entire goddamn compound was going to come down on top of us.

“Move!” Matteo barked before I could even catch my breath, already sprinting toward the blast. The hallway behind us cracked like lightning, tiles splintering from the ceiling in jagged chunks.

I didn’t need to ask where we were going. They were in that direction and so was the smoke now pouring down the corridor like a living thing. We ran full- tilt. Dust thick in the air. Alarms wailing somewhere distant, useless. Matteo’s shoulder clipped mine as we bolted through a half-collapsed doorway, his voice low and sharp.

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8:10 pm

Rubble and Ruin.

“Secondary’s coming. You feel it?”

I did. The way the pressure in the air shifted. The deep silence right before the storm. My gut clenched, instinct flaring like a red-hot brand.

“Down!” I grabbed his jacket and shoved us both into a half-crushed alcove just as the second blast detonated ahead, closer this time. Heat licked at our backs like firebreath. The wall cracked beside my head. We hit the ground hard, Matteo’s elbow slamming into my ribs. Shrapnel whined through the air, slicing past where we’d been a heartbeat ago. I didn’t wait. I pushed up, shoulder burning, and stumbled forward into the smoke, Matteo right behind me. The hallway ahead was obliterated. What had once been a concrete corridor was now a pile of twisted steel, fractured support beams, and smoke-drenched rabble. The wall was gone. The ceiling? Fucking gone and beyond it? Nothing. No movement. No voices. No Sage. No Naomi. No Liam. My chest seized.

“Shit,” Matteo muttered behind me, coughing into the crook of his arm. “They were ahead of us, right?”

I nodded once, mute. My jaw locked so tight my molars ached. They were right there. Minutes ago. Maybe seconds. I dropped to my knees and started digging without thinking, ripping away scorched fragments of drywall and snapped conduit, my hands already bleeding. A section of what used to be the upper floor groaned ominously above us, metal protesting under the weight. Another breath and it might all come down, I didn’t care.

“Sage!” I shouted into the dust. My voice came back to me warped and muffled. “Naomi! Liam!”

Nothing. I didn’t stop digging. Matteo pulled out his comms, trying to patch through. Static. Every channel dead or scrambled.

“Fuck. They might’ve hit the transmitters too,” he spat, eyes wild now. I kept going. Tearing at the rubble like I could will it to break. Because Sage was down there. My ghost. My shadow. And if she was dead…No. No. Not her. Not them. I gritted my teeth and clawed deeper, sweat and dust streaking down my face.

“They’re trapped,” I finally said, voice ragged. “They’re under all this.”

Matteo cursed again, already dropping beside me, hands joining mine in the ash and ruin and I dug like hell. Because I had one job and I wasn’t about to

lose her now.

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