The tunnel air was still thick with the residual hum of Althea's magic. The aftershocks of the spell trembled faintly through the earth, settling like dust into the bones. Celeste's ears were still ringing, her hands streaked with soot and blood. Around her, the freed rogues groaned and stirred, their eyes dulled and confused. Kade was helping one boy sit up, murmuring something low and steady. Lisa was half-crouched, poking an unconscious wolf with the hilt of her dagger. “If you wake up and ...