Page 100 of Risky Obsession

As we reached the cable, I studied its connection to the wall. The rusty bolts screwed into the wall proved it had been there a long time. Hopefully, that meant it was built to last.

Finally, we reached the section beneath the cable.

The massive spotlights in the distance shimmered in her eyes. “I won’t be able to hold onto that cable, Kane. Not with my injured fingers.”

“You won’t have to.” Testing my balance on the narrow ledge, I unclasped my belt. “You jump onto my back.”

Tory gave me a what-the-fuck look.

“This is our only chance.”

Her sharp breaths clouded with each exhale and as she looked down, I followed her gaze to the water.

The shouts from the castle grew louder. Shit! The guards had entered the room we’d escaped from.

“No time to argue.” Reaching up, I flicked the end of my leather belt over the cable.

“What if we fall?”

“The water will make a soft landing.”

“Well, that’s comforting.”

“Exactly.” Gripping my hands on either side of the belt, I turned my back to her. “Climb on.”

“Jesus. This is a bad idea.” She gripped my shoulders, then jumped onto my back.

The extra weight on the narrow ledge threw me off-balance and the cable swayed above me.

“Hang on,” I called as gravity yanked us off the ledge.

Tory cried out as my arms strained to hold on. My belt vibrated as we zipped along the cable. Water whizzed below us in a blur. Tory strangled my throat.

Gunfire erupted behind us, and Tory screamed.

A storm of bullets punched into the water and buzzed past my ear way too close.

“Don’t let go!” I tried to say, but she had me in a death hold.

Bullets skimmed past our bodies like angry hornets.

My muscles burned. The other side seemed impossibly far.

Tory’s grip tightened again, and her nails dug into my shoulder.

The cable dipped with our weight and every second felt like an eternity. As we reached the middle of the moat, a bullet grazed the cable, inches from my belt. Sparks shot into the air and one of the floodlights exploded in a spray of glass fireworks.

Tory squealed and her grip loosened. “I’m slipping!”

“Nearly there.”

Wind howled in my ears as gunshots cracked overhead.

“Kane, I can’t?—”

Just four more feet.

I gritted my teeth. “Okay, let go.”