A dread thick as the smoke barreling toward us took the place of my next few breaths. I choked under the pressure. What if this didn't work? If Ica or One killed the other, then Darby would still be Two. But how could I prevent them from tearing each other apart?

I glanced down at my tattoo. Freeing One hadn't changed it any. Not like I expected it to. But where was One's tattoo? What did hers say?

She had her back to me, facing Ica's approach with skeletal fingers ...