"Keep moving," I command, my physical voice steady. "Don't look up. Look at the floor."
We reach the western stairwell. The heavy, reinforced steel doors are open. Lyra is holding them, her face pale, her jaw clenched.
"Inside," Lyra shouts. "Down the stairs. Do not stop until you reach the sub-basement!"
The delegates file into the stairwell. I stand at the entrance, watching them go. Kade is at the bottom of the first landing, his right arm wrapped securely around Asher and Elara, shielding them from the crowd.
Through the mate bond, I feel his sharp, sudden spike of alarm. Isla! The eastern wing!
I turn.
The eastern wing is collapsing.
It doesn't explode. It simply folds. The massive, floor-to-ceiling glass windows shatter inward, raining down onto the lake below. The vaulted cei
