Her Obsession (by Sheridan Hartin) novel Chapter 44

The Hollow Pocket.

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“What are you saying?” I asked, voice low.

“Extraction is going to be surgical as hell,” Nico replied. “One wrong vibration and it all goes down. And I don’t know how much time they’ve got in there, ventilation’s nonexistent, and if there’s a gas leak you can’t detect from the outside…”

“Shit.” Matteo exhaled heavily. “We’re racing a clock.”

I ran a hand down my face, forcing myself to think, to strategize. “Do you have a drone visual?”

“Sending it in now,” Nico said. “But the thermal’s gonna be more reliable until it breaks through the top layers. I’ll guide you remotely, but this is going to take precision and backup. I’ve got teams rerouting from the west, demo specialists and a structural engineer en route, but it’s going to take at least an hour.”

An hour. They could be suffocating in ten minutes. Bleeding. Alone. Afraid. No. Not her. She wouldn’t be afraid. Sage didn’t rattle easy. But still…

“She won’t wait quietly,” I muttered, more to myself than anyone. “None of them will.”

Nico was silent a beat. Then, “Good. That means they’ll fight to stay alive while we get to them.”

I turned to Matteo. “Get water and med kits ready. Prep the generators, torches, any extraction gear we’ve got left.”

“What about you?”

I dropped to my knees beside the rubble and shoved aside the first block of concrete with a grunt. “I’m digging until they’re in my arms again.”

Matteo didn’t argue. He just joined me. Above us, the drone buzzed into view. In my ear, Nico was already feeding coordinates and beneath it all, buried deep in the dust and darkness, she was waiting.

Sage

A third blast sounded, something smaller, maybe a grenade, but it was enough to rock the rumble and send shit flying in all different directions. Dust blasted through the air and something slammed me onto my ass, pressing hard into my chest. Then there was silence again, only broken by the distant sound of gunfire. Not the kind that made your ears rest easy, but the kind that screamed. A silence so sharp and pressurized it had weight, thick and suffocating. My head throbbed. My mouth tasted of dust and iron. I blinked once, twice, but the space was dim, lit only by Liam’s flashlight, spinning slightly where it had landed, the beam catching on swirling debris like a dying lighthouse. My back was pressed to something solid, concrete or steel, I wasn’t sure but the rest of me ached like I’d been dropped from the sky. I tried to sit up. Couldn’t. Pain flared white-hot through my ribs and the weight of something on my chest was too heavy. I caught movement to my right.

“Liam,” I rasped.

“Still alive,” came his reply, gravel rough and winded. “Fucking buried, but alive.”

Relief, Cold and quick, chased by the creeping dread of being boxed in Naomi coughed somewhere to my left, hacking violently until it turned into a muttered string of curses and something about “blowing up the ceiling next time for good luck.”

I turned my head, slow and deliberate, trying to gauge the damage. We were in a pocket, maybe ten by twelve feet, the only thing between us and being crushed flat by the rest of the facility. Rebar jutted from the walls like skeletal fingers. The air was thick. Fine dust swirled in every breath like ground glass.

“We’re alive,” I said, mostly to myself. “That’s something.”

“No, no, it’s not,” Naomi groaned. “We were this close to Liam shirtless and now the mood is totally ruined.”

Liam let out a shaky laugh, breathless. “Pretty sure I cracked a rib saving your ass.”

“You’re welcome,” she said, flopping sideways with a thud. “Heroic rescue attempt number two I award you another kiss… if we live.”

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8:10 pm P P D D.

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The Hollow Pocket.

1 reached for my comm, tapped the side. Nothing. Dead silence. No Nico No Conner. Just the quiet echo of hell settling around us. I reached into my thigh holster, checked my knife. Still there My gun? Jammed under my leg, caught between me and the ground.

Naomi coughed again. “I think I swallowed part of the ceiling. I’m part building now.”

“We’re not dead,” I said again. This time louder. “That means we’re getting out.”

“We’re also not moving,” Liam muttered, his voice laced with frustration. “I don’t think we can without making it worse.”

I nodded grimly although he couldn’t see me. “This pocket’s holding for now. Any shift, any explosion above us it could bring the rest down.”

“Then how are we getting out?” Naomi asked, unfocused but sharp underneath the haze of whatever sedatives were still pumping through her. “Please tell me it’s not that dirty blond one. He looks like he folds his towels before using them.”

I smirked despite myself. “Conner.”

Naomi groaned. “Even worse. Now I owe him a favor too?”

I forced myself to breathe deep. Center. Focus. This wasn’t the first time I’d been trapped. But this time… it felt worse. Not because of the danger, but because of them. Liam, trying to stay calm and strong despite the panic. Naomi, injured but still mouthy, still trying to deflect the fear with bad jokes and flirting and Conner… he was up there. I knew he was up there. If the situation were reversed, I’d tear the world down to get him back and I had no doubt he was about to do the same for me.

“Status check,” I said, trying to keep my voice level despite the pain flaring under every breath. “Naomi, Liam, what’s your situation? You stuck? Hurt?”

Naomi made a dramatic sigh that turned into another hacking cough. “Define hurt. I’ve got dust in my teeth, half a bruise forming on my ass, and I think I just became emotionally dependent on Liam’s lap. So… survivable.”

Liam’s voice rumbled low, but the strain was there. “She’s fine. A little bloody. I’m holding pressure on a cut on her thigh, but she’s alert. Slurring, but

alent.”

“That’s the drugs,” Naomi chimed in again. “They’re warm. Like a spa day. And Liam’s thighs are very comfortable. Have I mentioned that? Like steel- wrapped pillows. Sage, when we get out of here, I need you to tell me where he lives.”

Liam muttered, “She’s clearly doing great.”

“I’m fantastic,” Naomi said with a grin in her voice. “Although my hero here still owes me a kill.”

“Really? Still?” Liam asked.

“You heard me,” she mumbled. “One kill. I had him. My mark. And then boom, you stole my thunder and then saved me. Rude. You owe me one.”

“Jesus Christ, he muttered

I tried to smile but it tugged too hard at my cracked bp “And you, Liam? Anything broken?”

“Cracked rib, maybe Strapnel burn across my shoulder Nothing deep, just painful. We’re mostly clear of the worst of it, my leg’s pinned under a slab but I think i can wiggle out if i need to.”

“What about you?” he asked, softer this time. “Sage, are you okay?”

I hesitated.

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Her Obsession.