Once again he had made it out with his life intact, which was good for him. The ground still trembled under Rexagon's rage, distant shockwaves rolling through the earth like a dying heartbeat, but what did that have to do with Damon? He had already escaped.
He glanced up to find Seras pressing her fingers against her forehead, eyes closed as if fending off a headache.
"You really are a trouble magnet."
Damon felt aggrieved. He had told her this would happen. She just had not believed him. He opened his mouth to argue, then thought better of it.
Seras exhaled through her nose, then turned sharply to the others hiding among the bones. She swept her gaze over each of them, ensuring they were steady, then flicked her wrist in a silent command.
"Move. Keep your wits about you. We have no clue what is inside this place."
Everyone nodded. Hands tightened around weapons. Shoulders straightened. Their earlier terror had sharpened into caution.
