Page 150 of The Immortal’s Mark

She nods, expression solemn. “And he, to yours.”

Shit!

Shit. Shit. Shit.

“I have to get out of here.” I spin on my heel and stride back into the room. “Now!”

Bella hurries after me. “Wait, Darcie.”

“No!” I whirl back around and level her with a pointed glare. “You don’t understand. Adir can’t access my powers. Not now.”

Not when I’m a cognizant.

Not when I can throw my mind into any situation, any conversation, I want.

If Adir gains access to that power, the alliance is doomed.

Humanity is doomed.

Panic grips my chest, making it difficult to breathe.

“I have to get out of here.” I need to find Gregory. We need to escape.

“Darcie, stop!”

“No, Bella!” I shout. “I don’t care what you do—if you think working with Adir will help Thane in the long run—but I will not let him access my power. Now, either help me or leave.”

She sucks in a breath. “I-I want to help. I do. But this place is a fortress. There’s no leaving.”

“What about your power? Transport me out of here.”

“There’s a ward around the property. No one can leave.”

Fuck!

I open my mouth to press her for any possible way out of this place when the double doors swing inward.

Both of us whirl around.

My eyes grow so wide they might pop out of my head.

“Faine?” Relief explodes through my body. “You found us!”

Of all the people I imagined might rescue me, the quiet Immortal never crossed my mind.

“Well, it’s not like she had to look. I led her right to you.” Adir strolls in behind Faine.

My heart drops to the floor as my eyes fly over Faine.

She looks…different.

Straighter posture. Chin lifted. I can count the number of times I’ve heard Faine speak on one hand. She usually stays in the background, content to let her fellow Originals do all the talking.

But something tells me that’s no longer the case.

“What’s going on?” Bella asks, her voice stronger than it has been all day.

Faine’s gaze flicks to Bella before landing on me.