Ara’s POV
"Hold on," Sailas's voice stopped me mid-step just as we reached the riverbank where one of the hidden entrances to my pack lay concealed.
Damon's grip on my waist tightened. "What now?"
"We still have two prisoners back at the ruins, remember?" Sailas pointed out, rubbing his soot-streaked face.
Damon ran an agitated hand through his hair. "The shade is gone but the shackles are reinforced and they're drugged out of their minds. No one's finding them before we—"
"Unless they wake up early and start screaming their heads off," Sailas interrupted, grinning when Damon growled. "Relax, brother. They'll be out cold for at least forty-eight hours. We'll retrieve them once we've secured shelter.”
Soon enough we reached the entrance. I opened the gate and we jumped down in the tu
