Fifteen
Emilio
“She’s in the damn Shadowrealm,” I said, because Liam had left to rejoin Gray, and it seemed I was the only one left in this house with an ounce of good sense. Ronan and Darius were so hell-bent on rescuing Gray, they hadn’t stopped to consider a very obvious point: they had no way to get to her without killing themselves first.
“All the more reason for us to move on this now,” Ronan said. “I don’t want her stuck in that nightmare for another minute, let alone days or weeks.”
“Neither do I, but that doesn’t change the fact that you can’t get there unless you’re dead.”
“Not true.” Ronan’s jaw was tight, his eyes flat and grim. “There’s another way.”
I knew immediately where his mind had traveled.
“You can’t be serious,” I said. Then, to Darius, “He can’t be serious.”
