“Jacob? Claire, did you find him?” Emilia held her breath, waiting for a noise, a thump, anything that meant they were still alive and moving. “Claire,” Connor called into the darkness. Still, there was nothing. “You take the torch,” Emilia said, pressing it into Connor’s hand. “I’ll go see if I can find them.” “In the dark?” Connor handed the torch back. “While I sit here and defend us from the rear? I’ll go and see if I can find them.” Connor lowered himself to the ground. His slim shoulders let him crawl on his stomach like Claire had. “Keep talking,” Emilia said as Connor started to move forward. “Keep talking to me.” “Well,” Connor said as he dragged himself forward, “a few days ago, I was studying with the centaurs and living on the preserve. I had moved up to broadsword train

