"There," Duke said.
I ran.
The sound led me down a side corridor I barely used to an old storage room that sat cut off from the rest of the packhouse. Cold air, no windows, and thick walls.
The pounding from inside was quiet now. Getting quieter.
"She's getting tired," Duke said, and something in his voice I'd never heard before made my chest feel like it was caving in.
Soren appeared from the other direction at the same moment I reached the door. His eyes were wide, lips pressed tight.
I grabbed the handle. Locked.
"Mindlinked Kael," Soren said.
"I'm not waiting," I said, stepping back.
One more hit from inside. Weaker than the last.
Kael appeared behind us. "Wait—"
"She's locked in there—"
"I know," he said, calm in that way that was almost worse than shouting. He tested the
