She gasped.
A heartbeat.
She scurried over to a thick pile of rocks, and the beat drew stronger. She dropped to her knees, ignoring the burning in them, and she knelt on the rubble. She began lifting a few of the rocks, and a hand fell from beneath one.
Rhodack.
“I found him!” she yelled, frantically trying to remove the rocks so she could reach him. She strained to push the rock, afraid to use her powers again. There was no telling what would happen if she did.
Vikuth shouted commands as they were able to finally enter the cavern.
“Move, princess. Let us get him,” Vikuth said, rushing to her side.
Gentle hands pulled her away as he and a few gargoyles began digging Rhodack’s body out.
“Back up, Larina. Let them get him.” Vikuth wrapped her up in his arms once he’d got them to safety.
Her gaze stayed glued to where the gargoyles were working.
“He’s a strong warrior. He’ll make it,” Vikuth said.
“He’d better. I need him.”