Where was everyone? Davyn had said they were in the southwest corner of the building. Keira was sure of it. And then she heard a thud coming from upstairs. “Would’ve been nice to know what floor.” She sprinted back to the stairway and took the stairs two at a time, finding herself in an identical hallway. “Southwest.” She’d planned to move slowly, quietly, but broke back into a run when she heard a yell. Davyn’s? If he’d found Lamere, she had to hurry before he ‘accidentally’ dusted the vamp. She needed to see Lamere’s eyes, feel the stake go into his chest. “Davyn!” she called when the yelling disappeared, along with a low growl she hadn’t noticed until it was gone. Until everything was completely silent. “Davyn, where are you?” It was stupid to worry—there wasn’t much that could stop him. She expected to hear the woman crying, assuming Davyn got here before Lamere killed her. Nothing. The air was too still, too heavy, too hot. She slowed down, trusting her instincts even though every part of her body wanted to move faster, find him, make sure everything wasn’t as bad as she feared.
