The North Tower was less of a fortress and more of a glorified freezer.
Judas realized this about ten minutes after the adrenaline of the fight wore off.
The adrenaline was gone, Ignis was gone, and now he was left with a massive, hollow spire of blue crystal that hummed with a low, menacing vibration.
And, of course, he was left with the woman clinging to his left arm like a barnacle.
"Seraphina," Judas said, trying to walk toward what looked like a staircase. It was difficult because Seraphina was dead weight, dragging her feet just to stay pressed against his side. "Do you have to walk inside my ribcage?"
"Yes," she replied instantly. Her cheek was smashed against his shoulder. Her eyes were closed in pure bliss.
"She's like a leech," Summer muttered from behind them. The vampire was shivering slightly, her arms crossed over her chest. "A cold, blue, mana-sucking leech. Judas, tell her to detach before I bite her."
