Maybe the Fae weren’t worth uniting.
But it still left her with the problem of getting off this planet—one of the few worlds to have ever succeeded in ousting the Asteri. Daglan. Whatever they were called.
Bryce leaned against a wall of the cell, knees to her chest, and tried to sort through it all, laying out the pieces before her.
Hours stretched on. Nothing came to her.
Bryce rubbed at her face. She’d stumbled into the home world of the Fae. The world from which the Starborn Fae—Theia and Pelias and Helena—had come. From which the Starsword had come, and where its knife had been waiting. If Urd had some intention in sending her here … she sure as fuck had no idea what it was.
Or how she’d get out of this mess.
* * *
“We shouldn’t have brought her with us,” Flynn murmured as they hurried through the stalls of the Meat Market, aiming for an alternate exit on the quieter side of the warehouse. “I fucking told you, Holstrom—”
“I ordered him to bring me,” Sigrid cut in, keeping pace beside Ithan, the sprites dimmed to a pale yellow as they hunched on her shoulders. Something in Ithan twinged at that—an Alpha, defending him. Taking the responsibility, even if it implied that he could be ordered. The Alphas he’d lived under for the past few years had used their power and dominance for themselves. Danika had used her position to support those under her, in her own brash way, but Danika was gone. He’d thought he’d never encounter another like her, but maybe—
“Sabine would have found us anyway,” Ithan said, “whether we were here or at the house. It was only a matter of time.”
They entered a long service corridor with a dented metal door at its other end, a half-assed EXIT painted on it in white lettering. Definitely not up to code. Though he doubted a city health and safety inspector had ever set foot in this warren of misery.
“Do we split up?” Dec asked. “Try to shake them that way?”
“No,” Marc said, claws glinting at his fingertips. “Their sense of smell’s too good. They’ll be able to tell which of us she’s with.”
As if in answer, howls rent the warehouse proper. Ithan’s entire body locked up. He knew the tenor of those howls. Prey on the run. He gritted his teeth to keep from answering, to clamp his responding howl inside his body.
Beside him, Sigrid was a live wire. Like the howls had triggered a response in her, too.
“So we make a run for it,” Flynn said. “Where do we rendezvous if we get separated?”
The question hung in the air. Where the fuck was safe in this city, on this planet? Considering their connections to imprisoned traitors, the list of options was short as fuck. Where would Bryce have gone? She would have found someone bigger and badder … or smarter, at least. She would have gone to the gallery, maybe, to its protective wards, but Jesiba Roga’s sanctum was gone. Griffin Antiquities had never been repaired or reopened. Which left—
“We make it to the Comitium,” Ithan said. “Isaiah Tiberian will shelter us.”
Dec lifted a brow. “You know Tiberian?”
“No, but Athalar’s his friend. And I’ve heard he’s a good male.”
“For an angel,” Flynn muttered.
Sigrid demanded, “We’re going to the angels?” Disdain and distrust spiked each word.
The howls in the warehouse closed in: We stalk the darkness together.
“I don’t see another option,” Dec admitted. “It’s a gamble, though. Tiberian might go right to Celestina.”
“The Governor’s cool,” Flynn said.
“I don’t trust any Archangel,” Marc said. “They’re bred and raised into unchecked power. They go to those secretive academies, ripped away from any family. It’s not conducive to raising well-balanced people. Good people.”
At the exit, they paused, listening carefully to the sounds beyond. They couldn’t smell anything through the metal door, but the howls behind them drew closer. Whoever was in the warehouse would reach this hall in a matter of moments.
Another howl—this one familiar. “Amelie,” Ithan breathed. If they turned back, they’d face a fight with the second-most powerful wolf pack in Lunathion. Yet to go through that door into the unforgiving city, no certain allies to shelter them—
Sigrid did them all a favor and shoved the door open.
And there, standing in the alley beyond, stood Sabine Fendyr.
Sabine let out a joyless laugh. Her eyes met Ithan’s, filled with nothing but hate, and then she faced Sigrid, Ithan’s dismissal clear. He was nothing and no one to her. Not even a wolf to acknowledge.