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I squeezed back. I wasn’t letting go. Not until we found him.
The visions came in flashes, like a lightning storm lighting up each picture for only a moment, before blackness fell again.
Flash. A stony path. One I hadn’t seen before. Which was odd.
Flash. A river. The one that led out of town and into the forest.
Flash. A house. A cellar. Iain.
“No!” I cried out as I gazed upon him.
He looked up as though he could hear me, his bright blue eyes pinning me in place. His leg was trapped under several boulders and his hair was matted with blood.
“Iain,” I whispered, then Anthony let go of my hands.
The vision and sounds of the room came rushing back to me like a giant whirlwind, knocking me around. I staggered sideways, my knees giving out beneath me.
Anselm grabbed me up and lifted me into his arms a moment, before setting me down on the couch.
“Thanks,” I managed, still reeling from what I’d seen.
I glanced over at Anthony, who was standing in the same place as though frozen.
“Anthony!” I called out. “We need to go get him.”
But the sorcerer wasn’t moving.
“Anthony!”
The doors to our sanctuary burst open and King Erik and King Stavrok stormed in.
Erik rushed over to his son. “Anthony? What happened?”
Anselm explained what Anthony had done while I managed to get to my feet. I’d need a jacket if we were going out into the snow. I wasn’t sure how long Iain would be able to hold out in these temperatures.
“How long’s he been gone?” I demanded to the closest person to me. It happened to be my brother, Theo.
“Who?” he asked.
Idiot.
“Iain! How’s long’s he been missing? When did the accident happen?”
“Just this morning,” Theo answered, going pale. “Dad and Iain went flying. They went over the forest and disappeared. Dad came back a few hours later. Bleeding. His arm and leg broken. He collapsed on arrival and hasn’t woken up yet.”
“So he’s the only one who knows where Iain is,” I whispered. Dad wouldn’t have left Iain if he’d had any other choice. He’d used all his energy to fly back for help, then couldn’t speak once he got here.
Marienne, the sorceress, burst into the room. “Anthony!”
She hurried over to him and I met her gaze as she reached out to touch her son. “Anthony was helping to find Iain, but I think he’s in shock... or something.”
Marienne laid her hands on Anthony’s face. “He’s used too much of his magic. I’ll care for him. You all need to go.”
“You know where my son is?” Stavrok demanded, staring at Marienne.
The sorceress turned her violet eyes on me, her purple magic swirling in their depths. “No. But Veronica does.”
I gulped as all eyes turned on me. “He’s trapped. In a cellar. Under an old house.”
