18
I’m not too attentive about what happens next. Stairs are involved. Cobwebs. Raven carvings. At some point, there’s a front door and a few hellos with Happy. Soon, Jaime, Happy, Lincoln, and I are marching down the front steps of Black Wing Manor. Not sure if it’s day or night here. My guess is that it all looks the same. Heavy mist still covers the ground. I return to obsessively checking my watch. The latest countdown?
Seventeen hours, eighteen minutes, fifty-two seconds.
My stomach sinks to my toes. How can we save Walker and Drayden in less than a day?
Without meaning to, I let out an extra loud sigh. Lincoln takes my hand; his gaze locks with mine. “We will do this.”
I give his palm a gentle squeeze. “Yes.”
All the while, the four of us step along a gravel path that leads off
