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“Sh!” I admonished them, glancing around us. “I’m here to rescue you. The sentries could return at any moment. How do I open these cages?”
“Your voice…” Zurronar trailed off, coming closer to the flames. A wheeze wracked his frame, and he turned his face into his shoulder to cover his mouth.
A stone settled in my stomach. I had to get him out of here and to a healer, fast. Izgath died because of me, and the least I could do was save his brother from the same fate.
“How are you here?” Banand asked. “How were you Araquiel?”
I cut my attention to him. “I’ll explain later. But she told me to tell you a flame waits behind a glass wall.” Narrowing my eyes on him, I gauged his reaction to the words. Suspicion still curled in my gut.
The plague-creating Demon rose slowly, his gaze distant, as if he were deep in thought. I snapped my fingers at both of them, needing them to help me help them. “How do I get you out of here?”
“Keys should be on a ring in the torture room,” Banand said with a glance at Zurronar. On shaky legs, he stood too. He swayed, gripping the bars for support.
“I’ll be right back,” I promised, then raced past the other captives and returned to where one slowly bled out on the nail table.
Of course, the Fates-damned keys dangled on a hook too high for me to reach, even in Araquiel’s taller form. With a huff, I jumped, snatched at the dangling teeth of one, and yanked. The ring flew through the air and clattered against the floor.
Cursing, I stooped to collect them. A blinding agony exploded behind my ribs. One hand shot out to steady me, while the other clutched my chest. That spot right in the center, where our co
Something was wrong. Terribly, terribly wrong.
“Rokath! Are you okay? What’s happening?” I shouted down our bond.
Rage detonated from his side.
The roar that followed quaked the earth beneath my feet.
And then everything went still.