~Caleb~
I'd been pacing the same ten-foot stretch of hardwood for the past hour, wearing a path that matched the one in my thoughts. Every second now felt like prolonged torture.
"You're going to wear a hole in that floor," Lyra said from the doorway, arms crossed over her chest. Her bullet wound had healed quickly—one of the advantages of being what we were—but she still favored that arm slightly. "She's only been gone ninety minutes."
"Ninety-seven," I corrected without looking at my watch. My internal clock had been counting every second since Elara stepped into TechNova Tower. "And Damon doesn't need much time to do damage."
"Either to her or from her," Lyra noted dryly. "Have you considered that maybe you should be worried for him?"
That pulled a reluctant smile from me. "She's n
