We needed answers, and if Silviu found us, we’d have no chance. The guards had made their choice when they’d agreed to work for him. It was Carrow’s life or theirs, and the decision was easy for me. I looked out the hole in the wall, searching the hallway beyond. It was empty. I gestured for Carrow to follow. “Come on.”
I climbed out of the room and reached back for Carrow. She scrambled out behind me, and Cordelia waved from within the room. Call me if you need me. I have a date with Luke and Laura. They’re getting hitched.
She disappeared.
I turned, then headed down the hall, Carrow at my side. We hurried through the dark halls, down staircases and past empty rooms.
Footsteps sounded from up ahead, and I pulled Carrow into a room on my right. It was empty save for a desk and a chair. Not even a single book decorated the place.
We tucked ourselves back against the door, breath held.
The footsteps grew nearer, and I tensed, ready to fight. My skin prickled with awareness, and my breath slowed, my vision sharpening in the way it did when my beast went into stalking mode.
The footsteps passed.
Carrow sagged against me. “Thank God. Let’s go.”
I leaned out and inspected our surroundings. “It’s clear.”
We sneaked out into the hall and continued our way to the very depths of the castle. Centuries had passed since I’d been there, but I still recalled every stone of the place. It had haunted my dreams for years after I’d left.
We passed two groups of guards, both of which were easy to take out. Though they had been hired to stop intruders from reaching the seer, no one ever broke into Silviu’s castle. No one would dare.
The first group was nearly asleep at their post, propped against the wall where two hallways intersected. They faced away from us, and Carrow leaned close to whisper in my ear, “Don’t kill them.”
I nodded, though I still wouldn’t hesitate if things became dicey. They didn’t, though. I used my unnatural speed to race up behind them and knock their heads against the wall. One after the other, they slumped against the stone.
Carrow made quick work of binding the first, and I did the second. Soon, we were on our way. The next group of guards was positioned at an intersection similar to the last pair, but they were more alert. Their gazes snagged with ours as soon as we came into sight. Both were tall men with broad shoulders and dark eyes. Their magic smelled of sulfur. They raised their hands and hurled two blasts down the hallway.
I dove low, Carrow doing the same, and the magic plowed overhead. It scraped along my back, feeling like the cuts of a thousand knives. Agony flared, and my vision nearly went black. It was only through years of training that I stayed on my feet.
After the magic passed, I hurtled toward them, fear for Carrow giving me extra speed. They stumbled back, raising their hands as magic began to glow faintly around their palms. They’d need a few more seconds to charge up fully, and they wouldn’t get them.
I lunged for the first, breaking his neck. As I tossed the body aside, pain flared at my shoulder, the distinctive feel of a knife plunging deep.
I spun around.
The other guard had stabbed me. He held the bloody knife in one hand and swung his other fist at my face, but I grabbed his hand and yanked him toward me, spinning him around and cranking his head to the side. His neck popped, and he went limp.
I threw him to the ground and turned to face Carrow, my heart thundering as fear chilled my skin.
She lay on the ground, her back covered in blood. Only then did I realize that my own back was sopping wet. The pain burned, and I knew the wounds wouldn’t heal as quickly as they once would have. Maybe not at all.
Whatever was in the guard’s magic, it really had cut us deep. Carrow had been unlucky, and the blast that had hit her had been traveling lower. It’d torn her up.
Fear turned my blood to ice as I raced to her, dropping to my knees. My presence seemed to rouse her a bit, and she groaned, trying to push herself upward.
My heart raced, fear like I’d never known filling me. “Don’t move.”
She hissed and lay still, her cheek pressed to the stone, her skin pale. Red blood