"s**t - " Jordan spun around, dropping the second manacle without a second thought. That explosion had been painfully loud, but more importantly, the force of it had shaken him at a safe distance away, and Reine had been right on top of it. She wasn't there. No, the explosion had thrown her against the wall, and it looked like she was unconscious. Jordan took a short, hissing breath, and sprinted over to check on Reine.

She was out, blood trickling down her forehead and skin burned bright by the explosion, but she was still breathing. Jordan knelt beside her, pulling his scarf off to press against the head wound, and waited for help to arrive. To hell with the course; Reine was more important.