She released.
The arrow shot upward like a streak of liquid gold, slicing through the dim cavern air with a whistle that echoed off every surface of the thousand-foot shaft. It climbed and climbed and climbed, defying every law of physics that applied to projectiles fired by exhausted women in volcanic tunnels, and struck the rim at the very top with a metallic crack that rang through the stone like a bell.
The moment it hit, Draken-Vorah runes ignited along the arrow’s entire length, blazing gold from tip to tail.
A thick rope of braided gold light unfurled from the arrow’s base, dropping the full thousand feet in a single, smooth descent, the end landing at Serena’s boots with a soft thud that had no business being that anticlimactic after a thousand-foot fall.
Gavriel blinked at it. "That is aggressively helpful."
Serena grabbed the rope. Gavriel grabbed it behind her. The rope decided they were ready before either of them confirmed, and yanked them upward with a vicious, unstoppable force that turned his stomach inside out and rearranged his organs by altitude.
They shot through the tunnel in a blur of motion, alpha speed multiplied by ancient magic, the wind tearing past so hard it peeled his lips back from his teeth. Gavriel wrapped one arm around Serena’s waist and locked it there, holding her steady as they rocketed upward through a thousand feet of volcanic rock in the time it took to exhale a profanity he never finished.
They burst out of the opening and rolled onto volcanic stone beneath a sky so bright it slapped them both across the face.
Serena blinked at the sun, dazzling and warm, a shock after so much darkness that her eyes watered and her body flinched from the sheer audacity of natural light existing. The warmth hit her skin and she felt something loosen in her chest, a knot she hadn’t known was there, because darkness and underground tunnels and lava puzzles had a way of tightening things you didn’t notice until the sky came back.
Gavriel turned to look behind them as they stood.
A dozen more shafts peppered the volcano’s slope below them, dark openings scattered across the black rock like vents leading into the mountain’s heart. Tunnels. Exits. The temple’s exhaust system, or its escape routes, or both. The volcanic landscape sprawled beneath them in a brutal panorama of cooled lava flows and sulfur-stained ridgelines, and every inch of it looked like a planet that had given up on hospitality.
Above them, the volcano loomed.
Massive. Dark. Ancient. The peak they had been traveling toward since they first portaled into this hellscape, rising above them like a monument to every bad decision that had led them here. A winding trail carved into cooled lava spiraled around its face, steep and narrow, switchbacking up the slope with the grudging accessibility of a path that existed because the mountain allowed it, and for no other reason.
Serena took a breath and let the sun warm her face. The warmth felt earned in a way sunshine never had before.
Gavriel looked up at the blazing sky and relief flickered across his features, quick and genuine, the first time his face had fully relaxed since she’d found the bite on his shoulder. "Sun’s out. No vampires." He turned to her. "Are you able to run?"
She nodded.


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