I steady my breathing and reach deeper, letting the pull guide me.
Then, finally, I turn.
“There.” I lift a hand, pointing toward the farthest stretch of broken land, where the horizon buckles into jagged cliffs, the light dimming into something deeper than black. “That way.”
Lucien watches me for half a second, assessing, then nods once.
“Then we don’t stop until we get there.”
He moves first. And behind me, Elias lets out a low chuckle, the kind that sounds more amused than it should.
“Well,” he murmurs, stretching his arms overhead as he falls into step beside me. “This is going to be fun.”