I pulled my consciousness back from the cabin. The static of Silas’s voice, and the metallic tang of Matthias’s hatred lingered in my mind for a moment. I leaned heavily against the altar as I gripped the stone.
“Kaspar?” Sloane’s hand was firm on my shoulder. “What did you see?”
I looked at her, meeting her hazel eyes. “They’re inviting the fire. Silas has been making calls. He’s claimed I’m a man in a bunker. He’s trying to rally them, he wants them to bring steel and explosives. He doesn’t understand what he’s doing.”
The silver sheet on the altar seemed to glow brighter. The diagrams of the Heimkehr pulsed with a warning throb.
“He thinks he’s a hero,” I whispered. The irony tasted like ash in my mouth. “He thinks he’s rescuing you from a cult. He doesn’t know he’ll be burying th
