"We can all get out of this alive," said Zechariah. "Clearly, you two know what you want, but I'm sure we can work out some sort of-"

"Shut up."

Zechariah's hand was under his robe, and his face was scrunched up in a weird expression.

Justin could feel his every heartbeat as his blood pumped against the blade at his throat. Twenty minutes ago, he had been looking down at the Ancients' walls. Five minutes ago, he'd been admiring the forest. One minute ago, he'd been ...