Elián;
My feet barely touch the steps as I fly down the staircase.
Pregnant or not, tired or not, lightheaded or not—
I am a missile with one target: Alana.
Zephan's panicked shout echoes down the stairwell:
"Elian, you're fucking going to give me a heart attack. Stop running!" He screams, but I absolutely do not stop.
My heart is beating in my throat, in my ears, in my stomach—everywhere. My body is buzzing with excitement and adrenaline and joy so loud my legs forget that they were jelly just seconds ago.
I practically skid as I make it around the final corner of the hallway and burst into the castle's grand entrance.
And there…there she is—
Alana.
Standing right at the centre, next to a carriage.
Bright-eyed and smiling. Her soft rabbit ears perk up the moment she sees me, and joy explodes in my heart.
"ALANA!!"
I don't walk, or jog, or hop…
I launch myself down the stairs and straight at her.
