Unmade (Unborn #4) - Amber Lynn Natusch Page 0,28

but the vision—”

“—was of his death,” Pierson said, finishing for his twin.

“Last time you saw a death, it was my father’s, and it did not take place because we got there in time,” I said, pushing past them. “We must find him quickly.”

“We must do nothing,” Oz said, catching my arm.

I wheeled on him in an instant. “Has his alleged invincibility been so thoroughly tested that there is no chance he could fall at the fear god’s hands?” I searched the faces of my brothers, all of whom now surrounded us. It was clear from their expressions that none of them was willing to bet his life on what they had previously seen him survive—not even Muses, which spoke volumes. “Then we go,” I said, wrenching free of Oz’s grip and heading for the hidden exit.

“I can’t get a signal,” Kierson said from behind me as he tried to call the leader of the PC whose life was in danger. “We have to get above—quickly.”

“Think about this,” Oz said, following the group as we walked out into the sewer. “The last time this happened, do you really think it was because we got there first, or because Phobos was fucking with us—using your gifts to manipulate us?” Everyone stopped and turned to face the Dark One. “Does that asshole even know of Sean’s invincibility? He’s been AWOL for a long fucking time now. It’s entirely possible that he’s trying to draw us out with visions of your brother’s death because he thinks you’ll come running—which is exactly what you’re doing.”

“And if your theory is wrong?” I asked, lightning prickling in my veins.

“Then he has Sean and can’t kill him.”

“But you and I both know there are fates worse than death.”

His brown eyes narrowed at me. “Yeah, there are, which is why you’re not walking into this situation half-cocked and ready to blow. You need to take a second and think it through—like pre-feelings Khara would have.”

“I’ll go above and try to reach him,” Kierson said, stepping out into the sewer.

“Go with him,” Casey said to the Dragon. Without a word, he, too, disappeared.

“Do you expect me to wait here while Sean may be in danger?” I asked, my anger boiling over into my tone.

“I expect you to be smart about this, not a raging ball of lightning, fire, and emotion.”

“Then I think you are about to be sorely disappointed.”

I took off at a sprint through the narrow corridor and up the stairs, the cries of Oz and my brothers following close behind me. But I had an advantage none of them possessed—wings small enough to fit in the passageways. Speed that none of them could match below.

I remembered the way with ease and wove through the maze of stone tunnels whose stench was formidable. Near the exit, I overtook Kierson and the Dragon, and we emerged before the others. I quickly called Sean before Kierson had the chance.

“Khara—”

“Are you all right, Brother? Where are you?”

“I’m in Portsmouth. Shit is hitting the fan here. Why?”

I let out a breath of relief. “It is nothing. I am sorry to have alarmed you. But do me a favor, if you would.”

“Anything.”

“Be careful. The twins saw a vision of your death. I do not wish that fate to befall you.”

I could practically hear his smile through the phone. “He couldn’t kill me even if he wanted to.”

“Are you certain of that? I mean truly certain?”

“I am. I promise.”

I looked at Kierson and the Dragon as they hovered close, eyes scoping the surroundings for an unseen enemy; then Oz stuck his head through the manhole, and I realized that one may have just availed himself. His glowing white eyes were murderous, his anger plain.

“To set my mind at ease, I would appreciate it if you would check in periodically with us for the next couple of hours—until I know the threat has passed.”

“I will—but I have to go now.” Sean hung up without saying goodbye, and I tucked my phone away as the last of the group hauled themselves from the sewers of Detroit. It seemed so undignified, given who and what they were.

“Sean is out east and well, though it sounds as though he has troubles of his own to deal with.”

“So that asshole fear god is just fucking with us,” Kierson said. Then he slammed his fist into the concrete wall behind him. It cracked clean through, as though it had been hit by lightning.

“Sean promised to check in over the next few