The warehouse shuddered, a beast on its last breath, walls cracking as concrete slabs crashed to the floor. Kael’s hands bled, torn raw from clawing at the rubble that trapped Seraphina on the other side. His shoulder hurt from where a large chunk of concrete had grazed him, but it was nothing compared to the fire in his chest. Her faint voice had pierced the debris moments ago calling his name, and now silence swallowed it. He shoved at a jagged chunk of stone, muscles screaming, his eyes wild with a fury that could burn cities. She was there, somewhere, and he’d tear this place apart to find her.

Silas...