They got to the mill, Killian stumbled in first, his bitten arm swollen and angry beneath the bandage. Fever glazed his eyes. "This place smells like my grandmother's bread," he muttered, then laughter flowed from his lips, sharp and delirious, before Cassian caught him by the collar.
"Sit," Cassian ordered, guiding him to a splintered crate. "You're burning up."
Bella's white marks pulsed in time with her heartbeat, each throb a needle of green light under her skin. She pressed a palm to her sternum. "She's close. Two miles, maybe less. The altar's echo, it's in me now. Like a compass."
Luca crouched beside her, scanning the dark. "Which direction should we head to?"
"Northwest. Through the subdivisions." She closed her eyes, breathing through the pain. "She's scared. And packing up her things. She's also panicking and waiting for Marcus to call back."
