Nyx
Irene summoned Lunessa. We left Kiana and Janelle at the den, and despite her mutters earlier about how she wasn’t going to help us, she transported us immediately to Nash. I held back my grief when I saw his prone body in the clearing next to a river. Making as little noise as I could, I raced over to him. There was far too much blood under him, but I did see his chest move. When I touched him, his eyes opened, gleaming gold, and he grabbed my wrist.
“It’s okay,” I whispered. “It’s me. We’re going to help you. We’re going to get you back to the den, and…”
“They took the king,” Nash whispered. “They knew who he was. They were f*****g waiting for us.”
How the hell was that possible? I opened my mouth to argue, and quickly clamped it shut.
Victor. Why the f**k would he rat us out?
