The platform slowed.
Theo braced instinctively, shifting Ava higher on her back and tightening her grip around the Sinclair heir. Her lungs burned with fear, but she didn't loosen her grip. She could feel Ava's shallow breaths against her neck, and the faint tremor of the wolf in her arms.
"Theo...," Ava cracked softly, "They're coming..."
"Who?"
"Wolves... Cain's...for you...for us,"
"Well, they'd have to step over my dead body before they touch any of you. I'm getting you out tonight, whether they like it or not," She had already steeled her mind.
The elevator came to a stop, and Theo heard the soft click echo as the stone slab above began to part.
She expected darkness before, but light spilled in this time. Cain's room was bright with lights spilling at every corner. The platform fully rose into place, sealing with a muted thud behind her.
And there he was, waiting for them to arrive.
