Lightning Game (GhostWalkers #17) -Christine Feehan Page 0,105

one. He had no idea of time passing. He never did. It could have been hours or days. When he came back to himself, he could only slump against the side of the cavern wall, right alongside Luther, unable to move.

Rubin’s arms felt like lead weights. His throat was parched. His heartbeat was off, as if it had taken on Luther’s uneven beat. He was aware of Diego holding a water bottle to his lips and he forced himself to drink, but he couldn’t lift his hand to take the bottle from his brother.

“Even out your pulse, Rubin,” Diego advised.

Rubin shook his head, trying to convey that he was unable to.

“You can. Take a slow, deep breath. You need oxygen. Give yourself air.”

Rubin’s lungs were burning. His body felt like it was slowly shutting down. Too little oxygen. Diego was right. His heart wasn’t pumping efficiently. His leg was on fire. There was an odd, persistent jabbing in his head that refused to go away, or he would have just drifted off.

“Rubin. You need to take a deep breath,” Diego persisted. “Right now. Do it now.”

His brother really was a pain sometimes. He just wanted to sleep. Close his eyes and go to sleep. He was wounded. His leg—couldn’t he see that and maybe, just this once, give him a break? But no, Diego was gripping him by the shoulder, shaking him hard.

“Take a breath. Now. Right now.”

Rubin tried to tell him he would, but no sound emerged, so he just did it to shut him up. He drew in a deep lungful of air. It burned at first, as if his lungs had forgotten how to breathe in and out. He frowned and concentrated on the mechanics of breathing. Finally, his lungs caught on as if remembering a long-ago performance and they began to work automatically. The air circulated through his system.

You happy? His voice wouldn’t work, but he managed to get the words out—he thought—to his brother telepathically. Maybe he hadn’t or he’d slurred them. Who knew? He just wanted sleep.

13

Luther glanced over his shoulder at Rubin and Diego as he led the way through the labyrinth below the ground. It might not be the largest cave system, but it was big enough, with so many twists and turns that the brothers were more than impressed with it. “Shouldn’t even be alive, let alone up and walking, yet here I am. You boys are a bit on the scary side.”

“You’re the one that has more lives than a cat,” Diego pointed out.

“No way could I live through that one. Which one of you did the mumbo jumbo?” He threw another suspicious look over his shoulder.

“Diego gave you his blood,” Rubin volunteered. “Figured you were both ornery, so if you got any more bad-tempered no one would notice.”

“I guess I oughta thank you for the blood, kid,” Luther said.

The old man limped as he walked, but other than that, he showed no additional signs that he’d had such a severe injury that he should be dead. His color was good and he ate his portion of the rations Rubin and Diego shared with him. It was Rubin who looked pale. If one looked closely, he walked with a limp as well. He was directly behind Luther, with Diego bringing up the rear. He hadn’t objected when Diego had silently picked up Rubin’s heaviest pack and shouldered it along with his own, something Rubin would ordinarily never allow.

They were going into combat, and Rubin knew he had to recover. That meant resting. He’d slept, and that had helped, but they didn’t want to take any chances that the elite soldiers would get to the Gunthrie property before they took out the ground crew and could keep the plane from landing. They meant to take back Jonquille before the soldiers could take her wherever they were planning on doing their experiments on her. He wasn’t willing to risk waiting any longer.

Luther kept walking, but when Diego remained silent, he shot another look over his shoulder, his gaze assessing Rubin this time. “You did the mumbo jumbo, then, Rubin,” he said. “Suspected for some time you had the gift. ’Course, what you got is more powerful than any I’ve ever witnessed. Shouldn’t have wasted it on an old man like me when you got to have your strength to take back your woman.”

Rubin didn’t respond. He kept walking. Luther was fishing. He knew their mother had had the healing gift, but he