"Did you feel it?" I ask, hurrying into my panties, then my jeans with a wiggle. "Did you feel it too? Or did you only see the rings responding? Ooh," I growl in frustration, glaring at my golden sleeves, closing now slowly over my shoulders. "Stop, you two! I need to get my shirt on!"
Dorian's efforts to finish dressing stutter and he arches a golden brow watching me squirm into my clothes. "I felt it," he replies as he recovers. "That's what made me look at your hands. Did you try the pack link?"
I kick around under the lip of his bed, retrieving my ballerina flats and stuffing my feet into them. "What? No. Why?"
"Sean and Ivan must be in more meetings. The link is blocked."
A shiver of fear runs over me, one that I can't quell. "What are we going to do? The entire city is a sitting duck! All these people—."
Calmly, Dorian takes my hand, leading me into the front of his apartment. "There's time. Not much, but some. Come on. We have to go."
