Nora spun around.
No one stood behind her.
The voice had disappeared as quickly as it had come, leaving only the distant alarm bells and the sound of boots pounding against stone streets below.
“Ethan!”
Her voice echoed through the underground city.
Nothing.
She ran toward the platform where he had been standing.
There was no blood.
No body.
Only a silver mark burned into the stone where he had disappeared.
Nora dropped to her knees and touched it.
The moment her fingers made contact, the mark flashed.
A wave of heat rushed through her arm.
Then a voice came from beneath the stone.
“Don't trust the Sovereign.”
Nora froze.
It was Ethan.
“Ethan?”
“I'm below you.”
She pressed both hands against the mark.
“Where?”
“Under the city.”
The connection vanished.
Nora stood.
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