12
“What?”
Fern and I are both on his bed in an instant, and there’s a small smile on Nico’s face that tells me he doesn’t mind the attention. But that’s not my focus right now.
“A witch named Cassie?” I ask.
“I guess she’s technically a seer.”
Oh gods, it is Cassie. “Where?” I ask, impatiently.
“Where I was held,” Nico says. “Out in that gods-forsaken desert. They brought her in a few weeks ago—”
“Did they hurt her?” My wings break out at the thought, blood red, and angry.
“Whoa.” Nico’s one good eyebrow flies up, and I have to turn my head to keep from frying him with a blast of fire from deep in my lungs that I can’t control. If they did one-tenth of the things to Cassie that they did to Nico—
“No, no,” he says, truly alarmed. “She’s fine. They had big plans for her. Not a hair
