“Lyla don’t let go!”

Eli’s voice cut through the roaring chaos just as the monster’s claw descended. His body trembled against the stone, still slick with blood, but his eyes, those storm-silver eyes locked onto hers with ferocious clarity.

She screamed back at him, raw and desperate. “Then don’t you die!”

And she moved.

The claw smashed into the chamber floor, stone splitting like glass. Dust and flame erupted around her, but Lyla was already in the air, silver fire ...