away nothing. “That’d go lots faster if you stopped staring and started running.”
His rudeness wasn’t enough to shake Sasha out of her where-have-you-been-all-my-life vaporlock.
Catching a glimpse of his right forearm, though, was.
Her brain cataloged the data. He was bigger than average. He oozed charisma and sex appeal. And he wore two glyph tattoos on his right inner forearm, both done in black: the stone bloodline, and the warrior. The marks were straight out of the stories Ambrose had crammed into her brain throughout her childhood, usually following them with a rambling diatribe about her responsibilities to the world in the years leading up to the 2012 doomsday.
She screeched to a halt, pulling away from him with the leverage of surprise. “You think you’re a goddamn Nightkeeper!”
He stopped dead and turned to face her, growling, “No, sweetheart, I
And right now, I’m the only thing standing between you and a one-way trip to visit your old man in the afterlife. So, what’s it going to be? Are you going to shut up and move your ass, or am I going to have to carry you?”
“I—” she began, but didn’t get any further than that.
He muttered a sharp expletive under his breath, scooped her up against his chest as though she weighed nothing, and took off running. He slapped a palm against a pressure pad as they ducked through another doorway that led to a stone tunnel, and a stone slab grated into place behind him. For a second Sasha thought they were going to make it. Then a hollow boom sounded and the hallway around them shuddered.
The universe seemed to take a breath. Then, with a terrible, howling roar, the tunnel collapsed around them.
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