The glass floor didn’t just break; it vanished, leaving Elena suspended in the air for a heartbeat before gravity took hold. She screamed, her fingers clawing at the empty space where the velvet bedspread had been. Silas lunged for her, his face a mask of desperation, but the silver energy protecting the journal flared again, pushing him back.
Elena hit the cold stone floor of the hidden chamber with a thud that knocked the wind out of her. She gasped, her lungs burning, as the silver light from the journal slowly dimmed, leaving the room illuminated only by the eerie, pulsating amber glow of the three thrones.
"Elena!" Silas’s voice echoed from above. He didn't wait for the stairs to manifest; he jumped down the opening, landing silently on the stone floor like a predator. Jax and Kael
