Blood Chase (Blood Kings Book 2) by Shade Owens

Author:Shade Owens [Owens, Shade]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Red Raven Publishing
Published: 2023-06-11T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 26

Breathing rapidly, I clutched onto my branch, my body rigid, and my eyes sharp.

“Niles!” I hissed.

“H-help!” he cried out.

“Stay quiet,” I whispered sharply.

He swayed above us, one arm dangling out of the netting that had swallowed him up.

I spun in a circle as if I were standing on a rock surrounded by lava. There was no telling where other traps were hiding, if any.

One wrong step could pull both Marco and me into the trees, leaving no one behind to set us free.

We couldn’t risk it.

Marco raised his stick at me, then started tapping the end of it on the ground.

It was a smart move, so I replicated his actions. Once we determined that the area we were standing in was safe, we could focus on getting Niles down.

“Any holes?” I whispered up at Niles. “Anything you can climb out of?”

“N-no,” Niles said, his voice almost jumping up an octave. “It’s all made out of vine… I can’t… I can’t rip any of it. You have to get me down. Please!”

Had I been in his shoes, I would have been panicking, too. The last time we’d seen anyone get caught in a trap like this, they’d been speared to death.

Niles probably felt that if we didn’t get him down, he wouldn’t live to see the sunrise.

“We’re going to get you down,” I told him.

I wasn’t sure how we’d manage to do that, but I wasn’t about to let my friend die. One way or another, I’d find a way to get him out of this.

I thought back to Nolan, who had tossed around in his net trap, trying to cut the netting with his knife.

The only problem was, we didn’t have a knife.

So if Niles couldn’t cut himself out, it was up to us to somehow get the net back down to the ground.

I searched the dark leaves overhead, trying to understand how the trap’s mechanism worked. Something had yanked him upward.

A weight, maybe?

The loud thump, I remembered.

I’d heard it when Nolan and his followers had landed in the multitrap area—thump after thump as the men were drawn upward—but my focus had been glued to the nets and the men pleading to be freed.

“Think the sound came from here,” I said, moving toward Marco.

We walked with our heads bowed, searching the ground for traps.

I circled around a tree but jumped back when I nearly walked into a taut rope.

Slowly, I reached for it. It looked to be several vines braided together. It was thick and tight and easily capable of withstanding the weight of three grown men.

It shot upward, straight into the trees.

On the ground and at the end of the rope were three large logs positioned side by side. Each probably weighed at least a hundred pounds—so three hundred pounds, total. That was certainly enough weight to pull a man up.

I gave the rope a tug, but it barely budged. It was like playing with a giant guitar string. No matter how much I pulled at it, it bounced back into position, holding firm.

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