The first drops of rain fell as they stumbled from the temple grounds.
The downpour drenched them within seconds, turning the dirt path into slick mud.
"Perfect," Kane muttered, his legs buckling as pain shot through his side. "Just perfect."
Cyrus caught him before he hit the ground, his strong arm wrapping around Kane's waist.
"Lean on me," Cyrus commanded, his voice barely audible over the storm.
Kane wanted to protest, but his ribs screamed with every step, and blood from a forehead gash stung his eyes in the rain.
He sagged against Cyrus's shoulder, feeling the dragon's unnatural heat through their soaked clothes.
"Your car better have heated seats," Kane gasped as they navigated the treacherous path.
Lightning cracked overhead, illuminating Cyrus's face—jaw clenched, eyes forward, utterly focused on getting them to safety.
Rain streamed down his sharp features, plastering his dark hair to his forehead.
