The entrance was little more than a gap in the rock, half hidden by dead brush, easy to miss unless you already knew exactly where to look.
Damian crouched at the opening, scenting the stale air drifting up from below. Amara. Fresher than he’d expected, close enough that his whole body went taut with the need to move immediately.
“Guards,” Rhea murmured, crouched beside him, nodding toward two shapes stationed a short distance from the entrance, half asleep against the rock.
“Sloppy,” Damian said. “Which means they don’t expect anyone to find this place so soon.”
“Or they don’t care,” Kai said quietly. “If they’re already planning to move her.”
Damian’s jaw tightened at that. If she was still here at all, it was because something had delayed them. He intended to make sure nothing dela
