“I didn’t open it.”
“Gateways to the underworld don’t just open on their own.” He pointed the sword toward the tiny Yannah. “You.”
“Not me.” Yannah wrinkled her nose. “Sergei.”
Uriel’s hand tightened on his sword, his gaze searching the small cell.
“The mage?”
“He cast a spell binding Kata to her twin,” the demon explained.
“And your point?” he prompted.
“Marika has been destroyed.”
“Good,” he said. “Someone should have chopped off the bitch’s head centuries ago.”
Kata slapped her hands on her hips. “Did you miss the part where I’m bound to my sister?”
He shrugged. “Can’t you . . . unbind yourself?”
“No.”
His gaze shifted toward Yannah who gave a sharp shake of her head.
“Don’t look at me.”
“Brilliant,” he growled, grabbing Kata’s upper arm and hauling her toward the broken door. A timely evac was obviously in order. “Let’s go.”