Zara’s POV
Greyson took the stairs three at a time.
Which would have been exhilarating under different circumstances.
As it was, I was being carried through a collapsing underground chamber while hearing battle above us through newly enhanced senses.
So.
Mixed experience.
“Put me down,” I said.
“No.”
“I can run.”
“You are still shaking.”
“I can shake quickly.”
He did not even look at me.
Infuriating man.
The staircase buckled behind us as stone crashed downward. Silver light flickered through the walls, then died in bursts as whatever ancient mechanism had powered the vault surrendered to destruction.
I tightened my grip around his neck and closed my eyes shut when the floor lurched.
For stability.
Nothing else.
The bond hummed warmly in obvious mockery.
Reminding me of t
