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But this time it doesn’t piss me off. Because maybe we’re finally asking the wrong fucking question.

A roar tears through the barn.

The Harvest is coming back.

Malakai grabs Mercy. “Can you move?”

“No.”

Her roots extend through the floor.

“I am the anchor.”

“Not for long,” I say.

She looks at me.

The mark on my wrist burns. Keeper. I don’t know what it means. Don’t care yet. “We’re getting you out.”

Rhett looks around. “How?”

“Ezra.”

His name hits all of us.

I turn toward the doorway.

“Where’s Ezra?”

Rhett doesn’t answer.

Something in his face changes so quickly it scares me more than anything I’ve seen tonight.

“Rhett.”

“Sage…”

“What?”

His eyes flick toward the burning field. “The fire.”

My breath catches. “What about it?”

“He didn’t come through.”

For a second, I don’t understand what he means.

Then I do.

“No.”

“We tried to get to him.”

“No.”

“The roots took him before we could…”

“Where is he?”