Rurik stared at the floor number digits, which kept changing in the elevator as he and Damien’s team rode it to the top floor, when suddenly his head seemed to clear of the fog that had separated him from Charlotte.
Flashes of what she was seeing came through the bond to him. Drakor’s face, the serum in his hand as he talked. Red-gold eyes burning into Charlotte’s. Another man standing close behind Drakor…one Rurik recognized with dread. Rurik felt her heart pounding and her terror spiking. He leaned against the side of the elevator, gasping as her strong emotions swamped him.
Charlotte, where are you?
Charlotte, where are you?“Uh…guys, the dragon’s face just turned green. I think he’s going to puke,” Jason said, cautiously inching away from Rurik. Meg and the other hunters stepped back
