Lila was quick on her feet, the lightning strike missing her by mere inches. Still, the hairs on her arms stood on end, reminding her how close that had been.
"Where did you take Violet?!" Alaric roared,
electricity sparking across his arms.
"Violet!" Griffin cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted her name at the top of his voice.
They had landed in another part of the vast garden, and that bolt of lightning had been the perfect giveaway to their location. So when Griffin shouted her name, Violet echoed back. "I'm here!"
Immediately, both men ran toward the sound.
They met halfway, with Griffin scooping her right off her feet as though she weighed nothing. He inspected her frantically. "Are you hurt?" he demanded, hands running over her arms and sides.
"I'm fine, just—atchoo!" Violet sneezed violently. "God, the flowers in this place are awful!" she groaned, rubbing her nose.
