Page 93 of Savage Crown

More men.

Rylan curses, his gaze snapping to me.

“Move.”

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We run.

The city blurs around me, shadows and steel flashing in my periphery.

I hear the pursuit—boots pounding against stone, voices snarling orders.

We twist through backstreets, scale walls, vault through ruins.

Rylan leads, knowing the streets better than I do.

But I keep up.

If I don’t, I die.

We reach the old tunnels beneath the city.

Rylan grabs my arm, shoving me inside.

I stumble, catching myself against the cold stone.

He slams the iron grate shut behind us.

The tunnel is silent.

Rylan breathes hard, fury radiating off him.

He turns to me, eyes gleaming in the dim torchlight.

“This,” he breathes, voice low, dangerous. “Is because of you.”

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The tunnels stretch before us, winding and endless, filled with the smell of damp stone and stale air.

Seraphina’s footsteps are too light, too careful, her breathing barely audible. But I hear it. I hear everything.

She’s tense.

So am I.

I tell myself it’s because of the hunt.

Because of the bodies left behind.

We barely escaped with our lives.

But that’s a lie.

Because even now, with blood drying on her skin, with exhaustion pulling at her limbs—I still feel her.

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