The heavy wooden doors creaked as Beta Cillian entered the Alpha chambers, his expression grave.

"We can't find Vincent," he announced, his voice strained, sounding as if the sky had just fallen.

Zion's posture straightened immediately, though he kept a reassuring hand around my shoulders.

"What do you mean you can't find him?" he demanded, his eyes narrowing. "Wasn't he locked in one of the dungeons?"

I craned my neck to look at Zion, curiosity piqued. "Why was ...