The horn sounds again, closer this time, and the chamber erupts into motion before I can even finish processing what the woman just told me.
"Move," Jodan snaps, already pulling me toward the stairs we came down. "Now, April."
"Wait, Jax—"
"I've got him." Riven is already at the chains, and this time he doesn't bother testing the iron first. He simply tears it from the post with a sound like the earth splitting, hauling Jax up by the arm. Jax staggers, barely able to stand, but he doesn't argue.
The woman, my aunt, if that word means anything at all yet, is already retreating into the shadows at the chamber's edge, her cloak swallowing her outline until she's barely more than a shape.
"You're leaving," I say, disbelief sharpening my voice. "After everything you just told me."
"I have
