Her hair was matted on her head with sweat whilst her fingertips felt like they had been dipped in ice water for hours. Her heart thrummed rapidly in her chest as Eleanor sat on the ground with her legs folded underneath her. She was staring straight ahead as her senses slowly returned to her.
Her throat felt scratchy and sore, whilst her eyes burned with the humble light that was pouring through the glass walls of the elevator. She was still perched in the same spot that she had chosen to investigate.
Adonis’ hands were on her shoulders and it was after a few long moments that she registered his touch. His voice, however, still seemed to be emanating from a distance, her brain unable to comprehend the words that left his mouth.
Somewhere at the back of her head, was a ringing sound tha
