The limestone ledge was cold beneath us, but I was burning. My heart was still hammering against my ribs.
"Let them come," I had told him.
I meant it. I felt invincible.
Cane stared at me, his eyes glowing. His head tilted sharply to the east. The softness in his eyes vanished, replaced by a lethal focus. His nostrils flared, scenting the wind.
"Get on," he says, his voice dropping.
"What is it?" I asked, already reaching for the black helmet. The shift in his energy was so violent.
"Engines," he said, his body shaking with tension.
"A lot of them. And they aren't tourists or rangers. They’re heavy, and they’re coming fast."
The distance between us and the safety of the city suddenly felt mountains apart. I jumped onto the back of the Wraith, my fingers digging into the worn le
