Chapter 23

The cavern air was thick with the copper tang of blood and the lingering, ozone-heavy scent of the Shadow Weaver's dissipation. Garrett Thorne worked in grim silence, his massive arms lifting the unconscious Ethan Reed with more delicacy than his rough exterior suggested. Elara took the other side, her hands still humming with the residual warmth of the healing she'd poured into the group. Together, they navigated the jagged tunnels toward the common room, the steady rhythm of their boots the...