“Found you?” I echoed. “How close?”
Too close, Bryn’s thought came, edged with a humor that didn’t hide the pain. About three steps from ‘this was a bad idea.’
“Describe,” I snapped, even as I pushed off the step. Sela’s hand clamped harder around my wrist.
Hard stone underfoot, he sent. Air tastes wrong—like incense and bleach. There’s a… shell. Old concrete, maybe. Hums like your favorite circle, but tuned higher. And—
His “voice” cut off.
Sela sucked in a breath so sharp it hurt. “It grabbed him,” she whispered. “Like it grabbed you. But… sideways.”
I forced my own panic down. “Bryn.” I shoved his name along the tether. “Answer me.”
A heartbeat. Two. Three.
Then: Still here. He sounded like he’d been hit with a truck. Legs not entirely my own at the moment. Ten out of ten do not
