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Behind him, the carvings continued, showing Fae frolicking over hills and thriving in ancient-looking walled cities. A scene of growth and change. But Azriel’s eyes slid ahead—and he nodded at where Nesta had stopped.
“We have a problem,” Nesta murmured as they stepped up to her side.
A chasm stretched before them, Bryce’s starlight glowing in a single ray straight across it. Bryce swallowed.
Yeah, they really fucking did.
* * *
Ruhn managed to keep his food down, and that was about all he could say for himself as he lay on the filthy, reeking floor and slept.
Maybe it was because he hadn’t managed to truly sleep in days. Maybe it was because Athalar had asked him to do it, and he knew, deep down, that he needed to grow the fuck up. But here he was. On a familiar-looking mental bridge. Staring at a burning female figure.
Ruhn? Lidia’s voice caught. What happened?
“I need to pass along intel.” Each word was cold and clipped.
The flame around Lidia banked until it was nothing but her flowing golden hair, and it killed him. She was so fucking beautiful. It wouldn’t have mattered to him, hadn’t mattered to him during those weeks they’d gotten to know each other, but …
She kept ten feet away. He hadn’t bothered with his stars and night. He didn’t care.
“Bryce … was trying to go to Hel to ask for help. She didn’t make it there.”
Lidia’s face was impassive. “How can you possibly know this?”
“The Prince of the Pit paid Hunt a visit. He confirmed that Bryce isn’t with him—or his brothers.”
To her credit, Lidia didn’t balk at the mention of Apollion—she didn’t even question why Hunt was in contact with him. “Where did she go?”
“We don’t know. The plan was for her to head there to raise their armies and bring them back, but if she’s not there, we’re shit out of luck.”
“Was there … was there a chance that Hel might have actually allied with you?” Disbelief laced every word.
“Yeah. There still is.”
“Why tell me any of this?”
He clenched his jaw. “We weren’t sure if you or Command had any suspicions about where Bryce went, or if you were hoping she’d carry out some sort of miracle when she got back here. But we figured you should know that doesn’t seem like an option.”
Lidia swore. She looked at her hands, as if she could see whatever plans Ophion might have had crumbling away. “We weren’t counting on any assistance from your sister or Hel, but I’ll pass along the warning nonetheless.” Her eyes churned with worry. “Is she …”
Trust Day to get right to the heart of the matter.
“I don’t know.” His flat tone conveyed everything.
She angled her head, and he knew her well enough to know she was considering all he’d told her. The Oracle’s warning.
But Lidia said, “She’s not dead.” Nothing but pure confidence filled her words.
“Oh yeah?” He couldn’t keep his snide tone in check. “What makes you so sure?”
She took his nastiness in stride. “Rigelus has his mystics hunting for her. He wants her found.”
“He doesn’t know what I know.”
“No—he knows more than you. He wouldn’t waste the effort if he believed Bryce was dead. Or in Hel. He knows she’s somewhere else.”
Ruhn ignored the kernel of hope in his chest. “So what does it mean, then?”
