I was moving before conscious thought caught up, sprinting across open ground with Priya's shout of warning trailing uselessly behind me, and by the time I reached Ronan he had sunk to one knee, breathing hard, blood soaking through his shirt from a wound along his shoulder that looked deep enough to worry me instantly.
Where are the others, I said, dropping beside him, hands already pressing against the wound the way I had done before, the motion familiar now in a way that broke my heart a little.
Inside, he said through gritted teeth. Fighting. It's not just three men, Wren, it's a dozen at least, and Callahan wasn't lying about the timing of that ritual. There's a full setup down there. Symbols, an altar, everything staged and ready to go the moment the moon reaches its peak tonight.
