What the?—
Lome appears at the other end of the room, standing between two crumbling stone walls. A dangerous look twists his face as green light swirls around him. When his eyes slide to mine, he shoots me a cocky grin.
“There you are. We’ve been looking all over for you.”
I huff a weak laugh. My arms shake under me.
That was too close.
“You’re welcome, by the way,” he adds with a wink that feels out of place in this room of destruction, yet loosens the knot of fear in my gut.
“Darcie!”
My head snaps to my right. A cloud of dust obscures Thane’s figure until he steps through a charred doorway. He holds out a hand and helps me to my feet.
“Are you hurt?” Concern tightens the skin around his eyes. “I spoke with Bella. She said Des found you. Where is he?”
“Over here,” Des grunts. “And I could use a hand.”
Des!
I whirl around. My heart leaps into my throat.
Des lies on the ground, pinning down a thrashing Adir. Cords of white power wrap around the rebel’s torso, but the light flickers as he attempts to free himself. Des’s muscles bulge with effort.
Thane curses and runs over to help.
Lome does the same.
Together, they add ropes of blue and green power around the rebel’s legs, arms, and chest. Adir’s thrashing begins to slow. I count my rapid heartbeats, reaching eighty-five before he stops fighting.
Thane’s eyes shine with triumph. “It’s over, Adir. Yourrebel conspirators are either annihilated or have surrendered to the Council. You lose.”
Adir’s lips curl in a foreboding smile. “You’re wrong, Thane. This war has just begun.”
Before Thane can respond, Adir’s attention flicks to me.
I flinch at the intensity of his crazed stare. “Remember what I told you, Darcie. Don’t be fooled by their words. They want power, even if it means stealing lives from innocents.”
My stomach churns.
“Enough,” Thane growls. “Get him out of here.”
Lome’s hands illuminate with power, and green light surrounds Adir—Des’s white power layers on top. The lights brighten. Then, in a blink, Adir is gone.
I stare at the space where the Immortal had been lying. “Where did he go?”
“Greece,” Thane answers. “It’s his turn to spend some time in a dungeon.”
My eyes widen. “You knew I was in a dungeon?”
He nods.
“How?”
“We had a spy on the inside.”
“You meanDeshad a spy,” Lome corrects.