"I thought the fire was my undoing, but it was life insisting I survive."
I instinctively braced myself against the rough-hewn stone wall, shivering not from the temperature but from the shock of the abrupt transition, and Niko, her hand still a cold, iron grip on my forearm, held me steady. "Where are we?" I demanded, my voice raw and thin, still catching the echo of Black's panicked roar. "Why did you pull me out? I was about to reach Alaric!"
