OH GOD! Brayden's soul left his body... Okay, not actually but the prince felt as though it might have. His muscles tensed and clung to Astrid even harder, what did it matter? He was probably dead already.
"Don't leave - do not leave. We found the demon. Stay here. I love you."
Somehow, they'd risen as one and when given the opportunity Brayden nodded furiously in Zap's direction. "Yes. Yes, ma'am. Yes," enough yeses he thought and shut his mouth. She disappeared as quickly as she'd appeared and Rayd sighed out the breath he'd been holding that entire thirty years? Oh, forty-five seconds.
His head turned slowly toward Astrid, face still pale and eyes still wide. "Well," he said and a relieved smile emerged. "Maybe if we leave now," he started again, this time his accent clearly set in 1940's America, "we can get to Mexico before she catches up," he offered with a chuckle mostly made of relief. Though despite their near miss, all Brayden wanted to do was kiss Astrid's lips again.