giving him a look of encouragement—which turned to horror. “Eddie, look out!”
Something stabbed agonizingly into his thigh.
The pain made him lose his footing. He dropped back down to the tier—driving the spikes deeper into his flesh.
It was the head of the trident, hurled by Stikes—who had scrambled up the slope after him, swinging the broken shaft like a club to deliver a savage blow. Eddie cried out, trying to dodge as Stikes struck again, but the pain of his impalement was so intense that he couldn’t move his leg.
Nina watched helplessly. Short of throwing herself off the pillar at Stikes, there was nothing she could do to intervene.
Except—
A broken piece of purple stone the size of a fist lay on the floor. She grabbed it; it glowed.
Stikes raised the bronze shaft high above his head, about to plunge its jagged point down into Eddie’s chest—
Nina hurled the stone.
She could have sworn that it veered slightly, as if guided to its target by her sheer willpower. Whether it did, or if she was just imagining it, the result was the same. The lump of rock cracked viciously against Stikes’s nose, blood spurting from both nostrils. He staggered, the spear still held high …
Eddie wrenched the trident’s head out of his leg, fury overpowering the pain, and stabbed it deep into the other man’s stomach.
Stikes let out a gurgling scream. He dropped the shaft, clutching both hands to the bronze fork buried in his gut and staring at Eddie in utter disbelief. “You can’t …,” he gasped. “You can’t have!”
“Yeah, I can,” Eddie rasped, struggling upright. “For old times’ sake!”
He drove his boot into Stikes’s groin with the force of a train. Convulsing in agony, the ex-officer reeled … and fell from the tier to the ledge below, slamming down on his back.
With a crack that shook the chamber, the entire outcrop sheared away from the wall of rock.
The huge wedge of stone plunged down the volcanic shaft, the hellfire glow up its sheer sides growing brighter with each moment. Paralyzed with agony, Stikes couldn’t even scream—
The severed ledge hit the churning lava lake, the viscid magma absorbing some of the impact that would otherwise have instantly killed its unwilling passenger. Even so, the shock of landing felt to Stikes as if someone had dropped a car on him, ribs cracking and organs rupturing. Spitting blood, he lay sprawled and broken as the rock beneath him slowly sank into the molten sea.
The heat set his clothes alight as a glowing orange wave rose over the fractured edges of the stone raft. It surrounded him, closing in like jackals around dying prey. The pain became unimaginable as his blond hair seared and caught fire, a burning halo blistering his skull. Now he managed to scream as the molten circle shrank around him, consuming his feet, then his hands, incinerating his entire body inch by inch …
High above, Eddie watched with savage satisfaction as the fallen ledge was finally swallowed up by liquid fire. “Got you,” he growled.
“Eddie!” He looked up to see Nina on the tier above. “Are you okay?”
One hand pressed hard against the stab wounds in his leg, he limped to the pillar. “I’ll live.”
“What happened to Stikes?”
“He’s a lava, not a fighter.”
Nina withheld comment, clambering back down to assist him. Larry looked over the edge, relief filling his face. “Oh, thank God! I thought—I thought he was going to kill you.”
“He bloody nearly did,” Eddie admitted. He saw the wound on his father’s head. “Are you all right?”
“Got hit by a rock, but never mind me. Come on.” He lay down on his front, both hands reaching for Eddie as Nina supported him from below. The constant rumbling grew stronger. “We need to get out of here PDQ.”
“Where’s Sophia?”
“She went up the tunnel,” said Nina as Larry hauled Eddie up. She climbed after him. “Part of the floor collapsed—we’ll have to go across the level above and jump down.” Rising steam and fumes continued to be drawn into the lava tube. It was still clear, then—but with the quakes growing stronger all the time, it might not remain so for long. “And Eddie … she’s got a piece of the meteorite.”
He set his jaw against the pain as they hurried past toppled statues toward the stairs. “Can she get the DNA from it?”
“I don’t know, but we can’t take the chance. We have to catch her.”