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Asinia returned, wiping her mouth. She glanced up, and I followed her gaze to the pigeon as it circled down to us.
Holding out my hand, I allowed it to land, carefully removing the message from its leg.
Fuck.
“What is it?” Demos asked.
I lifted my head. “It’s Tibris. The Gromalian rebels used his pigeon to send a message back to us. They’ve taken him hostage.”
Prisca’s face flashed before my mind. The grim resolve in her expression as she’d made the decision to send him, along with the sorrow at the thought of putting him in danger.
Asinia’s lip trembled. “But we sent him as an act of faith. Because he’s a healer. He’s no threat to them.”
“Tibris knew there was a chance this could happen.” Demos ran a hand over his face. “The rebels are likely suspicious for good reason. Right now, they may be holding him, but as far as we know, they haven’t hurt him.”
The rebels would have to be idiots to have harmed Tibris. But I’d been alive for long enough to be painstakingly aware of just how many idiots were in this world. Still, I kept that thought to myself.
Asinia got to her feet, eyes stark with hopelessness.
Demos and I were silent as she walked several steps away, slumping to the ground and leaning against a tree.
“I’ll watch her,” Demos said. “Go find Prisca.”
His eyes were hard, and I nodded. We should have been under attack the moment we got close to this place. Instead, it was silent.
Prisca wasn’t here.
And that thought, the disappointment that clawed at me, the sheer hopelessness and terror for her…
Thunder sounded, followed immediately by lightning that seemed to split the sky in two. My power had slipped through my control, announcing our presence as I strode toward the iron doors. Galon directed his power at the doors, his water blowing them off their hinges. Someone moved inside, and I launched myself into the entrance of the dungeon, ignoring the scream of the guard.
In front of us, a corridor stretched, a stone wall on one side, a row of cages on the other. I snarled, drawing Prisca’s scent into my lungs. Rythos disappeared to investigate, and I slowly turned to the guard hiding behind several chairs in the corner of the room.
My hand circled his throat, and I held him in place against the concrete wall. His own hand dropped to the sword at his side. With the twist of my wrist, I broke his arm, reveling in his scream.
Rythos returned, his expression solemn. “Empty,” he said.
I slammed the guard against the wall. His dark eyes darted frantically, his terror palpable.
“Where are they?”
Silence.
My lightning escaped, striking the wall next to his head. The sharp tang of urine hit my nostrils, sweat glistening on his sallow, pockmarked skin.
“Speak.”
He cringed. “The fae is dead.”
The words ripped into the air. Time stopped.
Cavis.
A weight pressed on my chest. For a long moment, all I could do was stare at the human.
Rythos let out a choked sound. We’d all retained a shred of hope.
The beast inside me howled for vengeance. I will make them pay, brother.
