The heavy, suffocating heat between them was shattered by the sound of a power drill.
Elara flinched, pulling back from Lucian’s chest. The noise was coming from the other side of the heavy steel door. Muffled voices—sharp, tactical, and entirely human—echoed through the thick metal.
"They're rigging the hinges," Lucian growled, the amber in his eyes flaring. The lingering haze of the Silver-bane drug was burning away, replaced by cold, calculated rage. "They think I'm still mindless from the dart. They’re coming in to finish the job."
Panic, cold and sharp, pierced through Elara’s adrenaline. "We have to hide. Is there another way out?"
"It's a cage, petite," Lucian said grimly, testing the tension of the heavy iron chains holding his arms above his head. The metal clanked against the
