The vines deposit us into a dark and snug passageway made of black stone. Anubis stands above us, holding a lit torch in his right hand. “Where is she?” he asks through panting breaths. “Where is Nefer?”
I slowly rise to my feet. “We freed her from prison, but she decided to stay behind and fight off the Insectus demons.”
Anubis’s brown eyes grow wide with shock. “Why would she do that?”
Lincoln sets his hand on Anubis’s shoulder. “To give us a chance to escape. She said she’d meet you here, in the secret passage, and then we’d all reunite in the throne room.”
Anubis slams his fist into the wall, cracking the shiny black stone into a web-pattern at the impact point. “No!”
He’s not taking it well, but I wouldn’t either, if I were him. “I’m sorry, Anubis. She just took to the air and di
