I could feel him at the edge of my mind. Like the scrape of old, rusty metal. He was weak now. Broken. But still alive.
Something inside me had changed after the absorption. Lyra’s rogue energy no longer ran wild and uncontrolled. It moved through me instead, calm, steady, sharp. And because of that, I could follow his trail.
He was running north.
Coward.
Derek stood to my right, silent and dangerous. Jax stood to my left, rolling his shoulders like he was getting ready for something that had to happen.
“He’s breaking,” Jax muttered.
“No.” I kept my eyes on the trees. “He’s unraveling.”
There is a difference.
We found him at the edge of a ravine, a place where the ground drops away into rock and shadow. His body was slumped against a stone wall, dried blood black at his temple. His
