Theo feels the vibration through the dungeon floor.
It is subtle at first. A faint tremor beneath his cheek where it presses against the ground. Then it grows.
He draws in a sharp breath, but his lungs are still compromised. The air catches halfway down his throat and he chokes violently. His body convulses so hard that it breaks Maeve's concentration.
"Thea?"
Arthur and Julian both snap their attention toward them at the same time.
Theo tries to shake his head, meaning to tell Maeve he is fine. He completely forgets that Maeve is still holding his fingers.
"I'm okay," he says through telepathy. "The King is coming. Be careful!"
Maeve gasps and immediately relays the warning.
Arthur nods once, sharp and decisive. "We'll take care of it. Just concentrate on healing her."
He and Julian shift back into position instantly, eyes scanning the thick green mist.
"Jules, make an earth dome around them. A thick one. We need to buy Thea time," Arthur orders.
