That simple sentence felt like it had saved her life. Immediately, Larissa forced her eyes open.

The summit stretched ahead of her, and there were no longer any tormenting stairs in sight.

"Mr. Rogers!" A man dressed in Starville's uniform rushed over and held a large, black umbrella above Kevan's head.

"Are you alright? Do we need to send a car over for you?"

The summit had rather spacious roads. Some of the hotels on the mountain would send over their own electric cars the size of golf carts to the cable car station to transport their guests with large items and luggage.

Kevan was fine with walking there himself, but Larissa—

She'd long stood back up on her feet, and was pulled under the umbrella by him.

She still looked tired, but she no longer looked as sluggish as she was before. She seemed to have regained some energy since their arrival.

"Do you want to take a car?" he asked her.

Larissa nodded.

It wasn't that she couldn't walk. It was just that Kevan was completely soaked, and