The blast came from beneath.
Not the roof. Not the walls. The floor.
Selene didn’t even have time to shout.
The ground gave out with a sickening crack, steel plates tearing loose and flinging upward like blades.
Darius reached for her, but it was too late. The entire corridor dropped out from under them.
She hit something hard, rolled, then everything turned black.
When Selene opened her eyes, her ears rang.
Smoke clawed through the air like broken hands. Heat bit her skin. Lights flickered overhead, red, then dark, then red again.
She moved slowly. Arm. Shoulder. Leg.
Still breathing.
Still alive.
A groan echoed nearby. It was Darius.
She turned, crawling across broken tiles and twisted iron rod, following the sound. He was pinned under a support beam, blood trailing from his
