Isabella stood frozen.
At first she thought she imagined it. Osiris had been moving so slowly earlier, so carefully, that watching him climb out of sight had already made her stomach twist. The rock swallowed him whole, the fiery crack glowing behind him like a throat of molten stone ready to burn anyone stupid enough to come close.
But he kept going anyway.
He kept going without looking back at her.
That alone was enough to tick her off. Annoying man. Always acting like he knew what he was doing, even when he didn't. Even when he was weak. Even when he had no powers. Even when he was pretending he wasn't one wrong move away from getting cooked.
She waited.
One minute.
Two minutes.
Five.
Her foot tapped once. Twice. Then harder. The heat in the cavern grew thicker, the air turning into a heavy blanket of fire that clung to her skin. Isabella fanned herself, scowling, shaking her hands like she could toss the hot air away.
Where the hell was he.
