Sylvie’s answer didn’t ease my growing unease. Her words—*they are safe, for now*—rang in my ears as we moved forward, and I couldn’t shake the dread settling in my chest.
I tightened my grip on her arm, forcing her to stop for a moment. “What do you mean, ‘you don’t know anymore’? What happened? Tell me, Sylvie.”
Her eyes flickered with something—fear, regret, maybe both. “It’s hard to explain right now,” she muttered, her voice low, her gaze flicking back to Andrus before settling on me again. “But let’s just say things aren’t exactly going as planned.”
“What happened to Reese? To Darius?” I demanded, desperation seeping into my voice.
“They’re alive,” she replied quickly, as if trying to reassure me. But the way she said it made me feel like there was more to the story. “But things
