"Stop pretending you're calm," Savannah muttered under her breath, clutching the hilt of the torch tighter.
"I'm not," Rhett said, blade still drawn as the stone walls around them seemed to breathe. "Calm left me the second Camille's blood hit these stones."
The chapel ruins groaned above them as if remembering. The wind howled through gaps in the roof. Shadows flickered in and out, cast by their torchlight, forming specters of all the ghosts once buried by Alpha decrees and Syndicate betrayals. Dust thickened in the air as they advanced deeper.
Savannah swallowed a lump in her throat and whispered, "If she came willingly… why leave blood? Why leave pieces?"
"She didn't leave them," Rhett said grimly. "They wanted us to follow."
