Sarafina's pov
I knew the moment the door burst open that we were out of time.
"Hunters!" Lyra's voice still echoed in my head as Alistair and I rushed into the corridor, the sound of boots, breaking wood, and distant screams bleeding through the walls of the inn.
My heart slammed against my ribs. Not again. Not so soon.
Alistair moved ahead of me instinctively, his body shielding mine as we ran. His hand brushed mine briefly,grounding, steadying and for a moment, I held onto that instead of the rising panic clawing up my throat.
We turned the corner and nearly collided with Cassian and Lyra.
"They're everywhere," Lyra said quickly, her voice tight, eyes wide but focused. "The whole place, it's a setup."
My stomach dropped.
"What?" I breathed.
"I came down for a drink," she continued rapidly. "I heard them talking,coordinated positions, exits covered. I went to get Cassian, but two of them attacked us."
Cassian's jaw tightened. "They're not amateurs."
