Round 147 Transcript

I watch as Jeane advances on Silra, her eyes gleaming with a predatory light I've seen before but never directed so intensely at someone else in our group
My heart hammers against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat of fear and an equally potent jolt of arousal
"Jeane," my voice is little more than a strained whisper, it catches in my throat as I take a hesitant step forward, trying to place myself between them without drawing too much attention
The building groans around us, its demands seeming to echo the tension in the air
"Please, we need her focus right now," I say, my gaze flickering from Jeane's face to Silra's back, where she continues working on the wall with a grim determination