Lysander'S POV
As soon as Elara leapt up and sprinted down the hall, my primal instincts kicked in. Chase. I bounded after her, using my sense of smell and hearing to track her in the absolute blackness. She rounded a corner and entered the main hallway. Up ahead, a faint glow of light beamed in at an angle above the staircase. I caught up with her as she began to descend, but she sprinted down the steps quicker than I expected.
My body coiled, then released as I made the jump to the landing below Elara. I crashed into the banister, hardly feeling it, and turned to face my mate. She was already speeding back up the stairs now that I’d cut off her escape.
With a delighted snarl, I chased after her. This was one of the best games I could ever imagine playing with my mate. My blood rushed
