The voice was low, smooth, and far too composed for the destruction that had nearly taken place a heartbeat ago.
Aveline did not need to turn.
She knew that voice.
And the light that had appeared to save her had already told her everything she needed to know.
Theron.
Relief rushed through her so quickly it almost made her weak.
Of course he had come. Of course he had found her at the exact moment she needed him most. The tight, frightened knot in her chest loosened all at once, replaced by a swelling warmth that made her want to laugh and cry at the same time.
He was here.
She was not alone.
Gathering the last of her courage, Aveline stepped forward, the fear that had frozen her only moments ago already beginning to recede. "You heard him," she said, her voice steadier now that she knew Theron was behind her.
What could hurt her with him here?
