Chapter 39

The smell of roasting meat and herbs finally began to drift through the Great Hall of the Sentinel ruins, but Emma Quinn didn't stir immediately. She remained slumped against a stone pillar, her breathing heavy and rhythmic, the exhaustion of the battle with the centurion still weighing on her limbs. Hugo Reyes stood over her, his black eyes tracking the flickering shadows cast by the bioluminescent moss on the walls. He nudged her boot with his own. Emma blinked, her eyes snapping to Hugo's...