Vicker wished he could stay with Mae every second of every day, but he knew he had to get out there, and find a solution to their problems. He wanted that mark off her neck as soon as possible. And answers won’t come to him sitting there. He searched everywhere he could think of for Fluvia, but his search always brought him back to the nest.
“He has to be here,” Cassia said, looking around them. But there was nothing there. Where could he be? Or were his tracking powers going haywire?
No. Maybe there was something there he wasn’t seeing. The elders were sneaky motherfuckers, Vicker wouldn’t put it past them to have created some secret room in the nest or something. He turned to the burnt-up area. His eyes ran over it trying to find something, anything that looked slightly off.
There,
