His heart was beating so fast it was painful. Where the fuck was she? “Ah.” Gen’s hiss of pain drew his eye. There she was, lying about ten feet below them and off to the left. She was curled around her right leg, grimacing in pain as she clutched it and rocked ever so slightly. Her pale face wavered oddly, as if she were underwater. “I think my leg is broken.” “The stairs were an illusion.” Chris knelt and ran his hands over where the first step should have been, then along the lip of the door. “There’s a rune or something etched into the wood, but I can’t make it out.” “Lower me down.” Gareth wasn’t leaving his mate down there all alone. “There could be more traps down there,” Chris warned. “Fuck that, and fuck the warlock. When I find him, I’m going to play soccer with his head. Now lower me the fuck down there.” “Fine. Asshole.” Chris backed up. “But I get to be goalie.” “Damn it. I wanted to be goalie.” Daniel glared at Chris. “I already called dibs.”
