Vincent
My ribs ached every time I breathed.
Zaara.
Where was she now? Was she safe? Had her game started? Was she crying? Laughing? Fighting for her life?
The thought made my chest clench so hard I felt sick.
Theo's voice snapped me out of it.
"Vincent!"
I blinked and focused on him. He stood beside the rickety bookshelf, holding one of the paper slips from the hidden compartments we'd been raiding.
"Read this." Theo shoved it into my chest. His eyes were narrowed.
I took the paper and squinted at the messy black ink:
"Half of me is hidden. Half of me is seen. I speak in numbers, but my truth is between."
I frowned. "Sounds like another clue for the master code."
Theo ran a hand through his hair, smearing dried blood across his temple. "Or it's another goddamn riddle to waste our time."
I tried to focus. I couldn't.
Zaara's voice rang in my head:
One breath at a time.
I inhaled. Exhaled. Looked around the ruined room.
