Kire’s eyes widened at the sight before him. Something snaked past him; it was the stem of a crawling plant. He glanced at Rose and saw her muttering something and watching the stem. The stem rose high and was soon joined by several others. Then, like an army given the charging order, all the stems headed straight at Jago and wrapped themselves tightly around his hands.
When Kire saw that Jago was incapacitated, he looked around for Trace. “Trace! Come and finish him before he breaks free!”
Kire looked at Rose and didn’t think she would be able to hold on much longer. She was straining and looked as though she was in pain.
“Trace?” Kire yelled angrily, looking around for him. He found Trace sprawled on the floor, unconscious. “Trace!” Kire yelled again, shaking Trace, but there was no r
