The inviting space had been decorated in earth tones-probably not called that here-and was a thousand times better than her own “home.” Still, she said, “Not bad, I guess. He touched his flattened palm to an elaborate symbol on a pillar, and a second portal opened into a huge bedroom suite. But you’ll like it here-it’s perpetual night.” “Oh, you are a long, long way from Earth, dove. “Where is Tortua? The South Pacific or something? Didn’t they film Survivor here? Fire represents life.” She refused to let Rune know how freaked out she was. She gazed over the railing, seeing only darkness-as dark as a black hole. Her heels were loud as they crossed the bridge. And eventually he’d have to leave this place. Could she ghost inside the boundaries? If so, maybe she could ghost inside him? He could never shake her. “Ah, and there went your ridiculous plan to kill me.” He dragged her along. Say she got lucky and took Rune out without help-or the ability to escape-she’d be trapped here. Even if someone heard you, they couldn’t enter, because anything outside remains outside.” Things inside my lair stay inside, including the sound of your screams-in case you thought to call for help. I’m the only one who can travel past them. “I have wards surrounding this entire residence. “You’re such a dick.” She couldn’t believe she’d been infatuated with him.

With a smirk, he tossed it in the air, caught it in his big palm, then pocketed it again. He dug that trinket from his pocket-another point he’d scored against her.

She’d gotten a good start-when she hit some kind of boundary and bounced right back. He stashed the restraints in his pocket, then seemed to be awaiting her escape. He unlocked the cuff around his wrist and reached for hers. More symbols had been carved into various stones. A stone bridge extended before them, lit by torches and flanked with railings.

Sweet ruin kresley