"We rescued him!" Cicera all but screamed, and it was the first time Vica could ever remember the woman losing her composure. Her face was pale, terrified, exhausted, and it occurred to her that the woman must have been running from the moment she fled with Felix - and Bren, it seemed - and never stopped. But of course the rebels had caught up no matter how late a start they'd gotten. They had assassins in their ranks, people who'd once been Constantine's comrades.
"Dresden felt something off with him the second we got to him," Yowan snorted, and Vica noticed there was far more gray and white in his hair than there'd been...what? Less than a year ago. Could he have changed so much, aged this much? She felt out of place suddenly and stared at them all, eyes gliding from face to face as s
