Nate’s POV
The promise hung in the heavy, emerald-lit air of the vault, vibrating with an absolute, undeniable certainty. I saw the exact moment the reality of what we were about to do fully registered in Callie’s exhausted, beautiful violet eyes. Her breath hitched, her pupils blowing wide as a fresh wave of slick pooled between her thighs, dripping softly onto the cold metal desk.
I pulled my phone from my pocket, glancing at the encrypted message that had just triggered the door’s scanner.
“Greyson,” I stated, my voice dropping into a low, completely feral register that barely masked the violent hunger clawing at my throat. “The Emissary is gone. Greyson and Ace are locking down the upper floors and shutting the perimeter wards. We have the rest of the night.”
“Good,” Raiden growled
