There was another explosion, this one sending powdered cement rather than the deadly silver pelting against him, thank God, and tightening his arms around Amelia, he braced himself as the floor beneath them disappeared and they tumbled into the tunnel below.
The jarring impact of the landing wrenched Amelia from his arms, and cursing the pain of the silver digging into his flesh, Stefan crawled forward, using his hands to search for his mate through the thick cloud of dust.
“Amelia.” His hands found her sprawled on the hard dirt. “Are you hurt?”
She coughed, sitting up to brush the dirt from her face.
“I’m fine.” The dust began to clear and she glanced up at the gaping hole above. “Looth?”
“I am here, ma belle.” With a delicate flap of his wings, Looth stepped off the edge of the hole
