“Brave female,” Ithan said softly, earning a thankful nod from Cormac that had Bryce wishing she’d said as much herself. Bryce studied her own manicured nails. Wondered if she’d be able to hold out if it ever came to that.
Cormac again turned to Tharion, his face bleak. “Tell me the Hind at least put a bullet in her head before she sent Sofie down to the deep.”
“I don’t know,” Tharion said. “Her body wasn’t there.”
“What?” Shadows rippled from Cormac again.
Tharion went on, “The lead blocks, the chains were there. But Sofie’s body was gone. And the shackles had all been unlocked.”
Cormac shot to his feet. “Sofie is alive?”
Such raw hope filled his voice. Was it from genuine love? Or hope that the intel she carried lived on?
“I don’t know,” Tharion answered. Then he admitted, “But that’s why I came to Bryce. She had a friend who knew Sofie years ago. I’m investigating any connections between them—I’m wondering if it might give us hints about Emile’s whereabouts.” Tharion shrugged. “I have good reason to believe that a safe meeting place was set up long ago for a scenario like this, and that Emile might be headed there—and Sofie, too, if she’s alive.”
Would Sofie have passed that vital intel to her brother? Bryce found Hunt giving her a Don’t even think about it look.
Cormac said, pacing, “Sofie made the Drop—at an illegal center where it wouldn’t be recorded. I thought that there was a chance she might have survived, but when she didn’t contact me …” His eyes narrowed at the mer. “What else do you know?”
“I’ve told you everything,” Tharion lied, crossing his legs.
Cormac gave a slashing, mocking grin. “And what of Danika Fendyr?”
Bryce stilled. “What about her?” Hunt gave her another look warning her to keep quiet.
Cormac said, “She and Sofie knew each other. She was the one who set up this safe place, wasn’t she?”
“You don’t know any of that for sure,” Hunt said.
“I do,” Cormac said, his gaze still on Bryce, on the star in her chest that had begun to glow dimly again. “It’s why I agreed to marry Bryce.”
Ruhn needed a moment to process everything. He watched his cousin warily.
But Bryce chuckled. “I thought you agreed to marry me because of my winning personality.”
Cormac didn’t smile. “I agreed to marry you because I needed access to you. And to you, cousin,” he said to Ruhn.
Athalar demanded, “You couldn’t just pay a friendly visit?”
“The Avallen Fae and the Valbaran Fae are not friendly. We are allies, but also rivals. I needed a reason to come here. I needed to come here to find Emile—it was a blessing from Urd that Ophion wanted me here for another mission, too.”
Bryce glowered. “Forcing me into marriage seems extreme.”
“It’s the only currency I have. My breeding potential.”
Ruhn snorted. He and his cousin had more in common than he’d realized. “Why do you need access to me?”
“Because you can mind-speak, can you not? It’s how you and your friends survived in the Cave of Princes during your Ordeal. You fought as if you were of one mind. You never told my father, but he suspected. I suspected. It’s a rare Starborn gift. A skill Ophion needs badly.”
Ruhn said, “What about your cousins—the twins? They can mind-speak.”
“They’re not trustworthy. You know that.”
Athalar cut in, “Don’t let him rope you into whatever this is, Danaan. Searching for Emile independently is one thing. If you let him deliver his pitch, you’re one step away from working with Ophion. The Asteri won’t care whether you agree or reject his ass.” He leveled a look at Cormac. “And let me remind you that Ophion is going up against legions that outrank them in power and size. If one of the Asteri walks onto a battlefield, you’re all done.”
The power of one Asteri, the holy star glowing within them, could level an entire army.
Hunt went on, “And if the Asteri catch wind that Agent Silverbow is trying to recruit Ruhn, we’ll all be taken in for questioning. If we’re lucky. If not, we’ll be executed.”
“You didn’t seem to have such concerns when you rebelled, Fallen Angel,” Cormac said.
“I learned the hard way,” Hunt said through his teeth. Bryce stepped closer to him, fingers brushing his. “I’d prefer to protect my friends from learning that lesson.”