Tommy woke up to the sound of his door banging open as Desa Kincaid marched into his room, illuminated by the glowing ring on her left fist. Its fierce white light cast shadows on the wood-paneled walls and the empty bed with its covers undisturbed. So, Marcus was still out.
Tommy sat up.
His mouth dropped open, and he blinked at her. “What"s going on, Desa?” he asked, shaking his head. “Where"s Marcus.”
“Dead,” she answered. “We have to leave.”
Gritting his teeth, Tommy winced and pressed the heel of his hand to his forehead. “What do you mean, "dead’?” he whispered, rubbing the fog out of his brain. “We just saw him a few hours ago.”
Desa stopped at the foot of his bed, planted her fists on her hips and then shook her head. “We went to confront Bendarian,” she explained. “I told Mar
