I stayed awake all night.

Not that I didn’t wish to, but each time I shut my eyes, Silas’s face appeared—his fiery coal eyes, the sewn mouth that still could twist into a grin. He didn't eliminate me because it wasn't necessary. He wished for me to flee. To ensure the pursuit is worthwhile.

The atmosphere inside the temple felt dense and stagnant, weighed down by ancient magic that felt like a warning against my skin. Caleb was dozing against the wall, sword lying on his lap, his head ...