C27 A Time-Based Race

Melissa’s POV

Kane pulled me through the deteriorating corridors of Lyra's stronghold, and the air smelled of blood and smoke. He moved swiftly and precisely while maintaining a solid but cautious hold on my arm.

"Get moving, Melissa! His voice was tight as he pleaded.

"I'm trying! I stumbled over a sharp stone and snapped. The cursed talisman around my neck burned like ice on my flesh