Three days. We'd been in the Crescent camp for three days. We have tried to stitch together sixteen years of missing pieces. But I kept feeling like something was pulling me at the edges of my awareness. Something wrong.

Kael felt it too. I could see it in the way he'd pause mid-sentence and his eyes going distant. "You should reach out to Blackridge," I told him that third night. "Let them know you're alive." "I've tried. Marcus isn't responding." His jaw tightened. "It's probably nothing. ...