Marcus's POV
"Come on, Derek," I grunt, pushing him up through the hole Damon just tore in the concrete ceiling. "Move your ass."
Blood drips down from above, mixing with the murky water below us. Damon's bleeding bad – I can smell it, thick and metallic in the flooded air. But the crazy bastard just jumped through that hole like Superman, ready to save his mate or die trying.
Derek's hands shake as he grabs the broken concrete edges. "I can do this," he mutters. "I can do this."
"Yeah, you can," I say, boosting him up. "Just don't look down."
He disappears through the opening, and I hear him splash into the water above. My turn now. I grab the jagged concrete and haul myself up, ignoring how the sharp edges cut into my palms.
Sub-level Three looks like a war zone. Half the ceiling h
