Past Darius is in some warehouse. He presses his hand to a wall and curses because of how low his magic is. Hellhounds follow him like obedient little pets, and I gasp, looking at him. And he swallowed when his phone rang. The hellhounds wander off as he answers it. It is a three-way call; Tobias and Thomas' faces appear on the phone.
“Thomas,” Darius says, watching his hellhounds look around.
“What's up?” Tobias asks his brother, who appears to be in a different location.
“I felt her. She is close.”
“Where are you?” Darius asks, whistling loudly and his hellhounds come bounding back toward him.
“Outside, Astrid,” Thomas tells him, and I blink. Darius' eyes bear into mine, watching my reaction to his words. I had searched for Astrid City and could never find it. When Kalen’s words fro
