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“Make sure everyone is out!” Mari threw out her Alpha’s call, and Fadon’s heart rate picked up, a growl building in his chest.
The ground was pocked with toiled turf, the detritus of twisted, dying ropes of vines. He glanced around, grunting at Lucius’ weight. He saw a new team of Ongahri entering through the gates on cervos, some on horses. Fadon ignored them, though, and led the men who were helping with Lucius set him down onto a grassy patch. Grass?
Grass as green as an emerald blanket.
Not possible.
He wondered idly what exactly, or who exactly, was inside the Basilica that was causing such destruction.
Now laid out flat, Lucius looked pale, his lips parted slightly, dust flaking his eyelashes. Completely unconscious.
“What happened?” Chantis of the Halifax Tribe asked, squatting down at Lucius’ opposite side. He began to pull out bandages from a satchel that was wrapped around his chest.
Fadon explained about an explosion, while Chantis worked to staunch the blood, wrapping Lucius’ head in linen. The blood was already clotting, thankfully. Fadon knew how much a scalp could bleed. It seemed that Lucius was merely concussed. Hopefully, no damage had been done.
“Is he all right?” asked Mari, coming up and placing a hand on Fadon’s shoulder. He looked up at her, noting her hair and face covered in soot and dried plaster.
“I think so. Just knocked out. How many others are inside?”
“Aside from Demos and… Fadon, is Sierra in there?”
Ongar, he prayed she wasn’t, but he had a feeling that was exactly where his mate was.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Sierra
The walls of the narrow staircase shook, and chunks of stone from above began falling on my head.
“Back down you go, you two,” the imposing silhouette said.
Phobius was gripping my hand so hard, I could swear he’d break my bones. He hesitated while I stood frozen, before turning around and pushing me to do the same.
“Wise choice, son.”
Our steps thudded, the air musty, and it felt like at any time the walls would implode around us.
Phobius picked up the pace, and when we were finally back into the dungeons proper, he stared at me intently. His head tilted just slightly, as if he were listening to something only he could hear.
Behind us, was escape. In front of us was evil. He gave me a pained expression, and I wondered what he was about to do.
I found out soon, however, as he disappeared. One moment he was standing before me, the next he was a blur of dark blue wings that flew up the stairs once it was clear.
Leaving me alone with this evil man, who laughed, the sound a beautiful, silky thing.
“Well then. Guess it’s just the two of us, hmm? Very well.”
“What do you want? And who are you?” I demanded, trying to tamp down my fear. I was both angry at Phobius for leaving me down here on my own and also relieved that he would go look for help. I hoped, anyway.
The handsome man bowed. “My name is Cael. It’s an honor to finally meet you in person.” He straightened, his magnificent black wings tucked tightly at his sides. “As to what I want…” His hand reached out and touched my cheek. His fingers were cool. Flinching away, I crossed my arms over my chest. “Well, let’s just say you have no need to worry your little Omega self. Besides, there is someone who has been waiting to get his hands on you for quite some time. If I allow it, that is. I still haven’t decided.”
Another boom rocked the Basilica.
“Seems the Ongahri aren’t playing nice.” He looked up, his expression composed, as if this was just an everyday thing down here, the dungeon imploding. “Such a pity that my son will have to lose you, though.”
“Son? What…”
He waved an elegant hand, as if my question was a gnat. With his other, he grabbed my elbow and pulled me to him. I flailed and tried to loosen his hold, but he was much too strong. Forward he marched, dragging me to Boriel’s cell.
