The forest feels like it’s closing in on us as Rhea and I move through the thick darkness. Every snap of a twig, every rustle in the bushes makes my heart skip. I press a hand over my belly.
“Are you sure about this?” I whisper. My breath turns white in the cold air.
Rhea looks back at me. The moonlight hits her face, making her eyes glow. “No. But Cade is dying. And Cronus is the only one who can save him now.”
The only one. The words echo in my head like a warning.
I see Cade in my mind, barely breathing. His skin is too pale. His lips are turning gray. He’s fading, slowly, painfully.
This is all my fault. I have to make it right.
We finally reach a clearing. A tall man stands in the center, waiting. Even in the shadows, I recognize the shape of his shoulders. Just like Cade’s. But
