Standing up straighter, I scanned the room.
I would find her, and she would be okay because there was no other option. Somewhere along the way, she’d become the reason I got up in the morning.
Aran was an intoxicating combination of dark humor and sweetness.
Other people were intimidated by her harsh disposition, but I’d always preferred the darkness—I was its prince, after all.
The shimmering void expanded around Luka. With each body I scanned that wasn’t Aran’s, I considered how far I’d go to save her.
There were spine-chilling creatures kept in the underworld, some of which had advanced tracking abilities. Sure, they were class five creatures who would likely commit unspeakable atrocities if they were released. Still, they could help us find her.
I staggered over a man’s mutilated sternum.
His rib cage was intact, but his heart had been ripped out in the battle.
I empathized.
Across the room, Corvus bent down and threw body parts aside as he searched for her like a madman. Scorpius stood perfectly still and listened. Orion carefully climbed through the gore, eyes wide and unblinking as he searched beside us.
Luka and I combed through the faces, his grip painfully tight on my arms.
The shifters fanned out, looking. “Ssssadie?” Cobra hissed brokenly, shadow snakes streaming off his skin like a black tide.
No one responded.
They weren’t here.
I needed to do something. Every second that passed was a second Aran could be dying. I refused to accept a world without her.
It didn’t matter that our soul bond was corrupted.
It didn’t matter that the world was gray.
It didn’t matter that I was empty behind my sternum.
I’d endure all of it a thousand times over if it meant I got to spend my life with Aran under my arm. My back burned with pain as I moved, a reminder of what I was willing to do for her.
Anything.
I would give up everything.
Without her by our sides, Luka and I were nothing. There was no point to any of it. As soon as we’d realized Aran was missing, the disconnect from other people that we’d always felt had returned tenfold.
We didn’t care about others.
We pretended.
But there was no point in pretending anymore if we didn’t have Aran.
There was no point in living.
We weren’t built for this world.
I unleashed my power and darkness expanded into a floating doorway. Luka’s eyes widened as he realized what I was doing. It was highly illegal to release creatures from the underworld; it was a maximum-security prison for a reason.
The High Court would label me with treason and hunt me until I was eliminated.
“To help find her?” he asked.
I nodded.
My twin’s face contorted with determination. “Good. Let’s go.”
The ruination of the world be damned. She was ours and we would get her back. We stepped forward together into the— “She’s here! I hear three people breathing!” Scorpius shouted, and we both halted. As soon as the meaning of what he’d said processed, Luka and I withdrew from the void.
It winked out of existence.
Jax pushed aside a large slab of the ceiling and revealed Sadie and Aran, who were holding each other. Jinx was leaning against them.
All three were unconscious.
Dirty.
Covered in blood.
Their chests rose and fell as they breathed.
Shadow snakes swarmed over all three of them, and Cobra hissed, “They’re all alive.” He staggered and whispered, “They’re okay. She’ssss okay.” He looked around at the carnage, face shining with pride. “They did this.”
Everyone looked around.
“Holy sun god,” Scorpius whispered as Orion whispered in his ear and described the room’s devastation.
The massacre took on a new light.
“No,” Corvus said with disbelief, eyes widening and jaw dropping as he looked back and forth between Aran—blood-coated enchanted sword lying beside her—and the dozens of mutilated corpses.
He stared at her like he’d never seen her before.
That’s my girl.
Satisfaction welled.
I’d never doubted her abilities. She was immensely capable. Sun god, power perpetually dripped from her fingers.
From Luka’s unsurprised expression, we were on the same page.
We’d always seen Aran for what she was; it was the kings who kept misjudging and trying to pigeonhole her.
Moment of shock over, everyone exploded into motion.
As I took in the gruesome wound on Aran’s thigh, the world became a blur, and it felt like I was moving underwater. Horror filled me at the fear and pain she must have experienced. She’d been all alone, trapped down here with monsters, bleeding out with no way of escaping.