Chapter Twenty-Nine
Smoke and Blood
Kavi had overlapped Valentina’s wrists before tightening the cuffs, so as much as she tried, she could not saw away at the plastic on the edge of the concrete column, she just scraped the hell out of her own wrists. But she couldn’t stop trying to do it anyway; there was nothing else to do but watch the blood run down Hero’s gray face to splash to the ground in an inky puddle.
It was quiet, so quiet she swore she could hear a breeze whistling through the lava tube. She tilted her head, straining her ears, but if the fight had already broken out above them she could hear not a clue of it.
“How did I get caught up in all this?” she hissed at herself as she resumed twisting her wrists and attempting to saw at the plastic. Had it all been inevitable? She
