Chapter Twenty-Five
The tunnels had collapsed in places. Bits of stone and piles of dirt littered the corridor. Some of the light bulbs had blown out, and those that remained flickered feebly.
Raina maintained a viselike grip on Nola’s arm as she steered her though the halls, half-lifting her over the ruble.
“I’m not going to try and run,” Nola said as Raina’s fingers dug painfully into Nola’s arm when they passed a vampire lying in a pool of his own blood. The man’s breath rattled though his wounded chest. “Should we help him?”
“He’ll heal,” Raina said. “And I’m not worried about you running. We have a lot of pissed off vampires who don’t know if the Outer Guard are going to try and attack again. I’m supposed to get you to the bridge, and I’ll be damned if I let someone snatch you bef
