Chapter Thirty-Three
Damien lay in the snow, watching a wide band of neon green ripple through the night sky. A geomagnetic storm must have pushed the Aurora Borealis into Lithuania, creating the spectacular light show. He ignored the green for now and focused on the white structure with its domed roofs and thick arches, hoping Jay was in there somewhere, alive and well.
The cathedral sat precisely in the center of open ground, a large square fringed by street lamps. Out the front, a small line of people huddled in winter coats. Somewhere at the rear, Nasira was keeping watch from the forest line, while by a door on one side of the building Sophia stood over Olesya. Crouched and pretending to tie a shoelace, Olesya deftly picked the door lock.
‘You’re clear on this side,’ Damien said in
