The Bone Gate slammed shut behind them with a hollow, final sound that echoed through the stone passageway. For a moment, the only thing Elaria could hear was her own breath—ragged, uneven—mingling with Draven’s low, rumbling growl.

His body blocked most of the dim light filtering through the crack in the gate, casting her into shadow. Her heart was still thundering from the chase, but something else was roaring through her veins now—hot, dizzying, and dangerous.

Draven didn’t step ...