unit.â
âShould we follow them to see what they know?â
I return to the blackbutt tree, shoving a dead log up against it to sit on. âIâm gonna stay right here until I see Ebony.â
She joins me on the log, and after sipping from our water bottles we go back to waiting.
Hours pass before we hear noises again. We scramble to our feet fast, determined not to miss whoever comes through the portal this time.
Isaac staggers out first. I hardly recognise him for the grime heâs wearing like a second skin. His clothes are all torn; hair matted, and while itâs usually bright copper, now itâs streaked dull red from congealed blood.
He walks past us, and then stops and slowly turns. âJordan? Jordan, youâre safe!â He glances up at the canopy with a look on his face like finally somethingâs going right. âAre you well, lad?â
âWhereâs Ebony?â I ask.
Silence stretches between the three of us. Thereâs not even a twitter from the flock of Aracals sleeping in the trees. Everything seems uncannily still. The only movementcomes from the flick of Isaacâs silver eyes to the portal, once, then again.
Others are coming. Theyâre not far behind him. Maybe they got separated. It easily happens in the Crossing. Oh, God, let this be good news. Amber squeezes my hand and immediately lets go.
Thane walks out. He looks even more haggard than Isaac. His eyes are glazed and surrounded by dark smudges. Itâs as if heâs not inside his body, that heâs somewhere else and this is only his shadow.
He looks exhausted and tortured and empty.
And I know: he doesnât have her.
He glances around as if searching for something he expected to be here, and looks disappointed that itâs not. But beneath this momentary disappointment is a face I hardly recognise. I look at the portal again, waiting for a miracle. Panic swirls inside me. Amber catches my eye. Sheâs verging on panic too. To see Thane here without Ebony destroys the last morsel of hope we were carrying. I nod and lift my open palm at Amber as if to say, Leave this to me . I start walking towards Thane with one thought in my he ad. I bl ast it straight at him. Where is she?
But Michael runs out of the portal right in front of me. He sees Thane and turns to him, missing me even though heâs only a step away.
âWhatâs going on?â I ask.
Michael jumps at the sound of my voice. âJordan. I didnât see you.â He runs a hand, discoloured with dried blood and dirt, down his shirt as if heâs about to offer it to me to shake. âGood to see youâre all right. You had us worried.â
Thane says, âThe contingent is not far behind us. And Gabe says the cages will arrive any minute.â
Michael exhales. Something weird is going on. Not that I care. Thereâs only one thing I want. âWhere is Ebony?â
Thaneâs eyes go black, his irises opening and closing. Heâs struggling to maintain control over his emotions. Shit. Shit! This is not good.
Michael glances at Thane without answering. So thatâs three of them who wonât tell me where Ebony is. Is it guilt thatâs struck them mute? Thane swallows deep in his throat, licks his parched cracked lips, opens his mouth to say something but closes it again. It is guilt. Itâs on his face. Itâs in his body language. But by now I donât care how choked up he is, how shaken or caked in blood or ⦠or anything.
Because now Iâm scared. âWhere is she? Somebody tell me!â
Michael says softly, âSheâs gone, Jordan.â
â What? â Itâs Amber, screeching. âWhat do you mean, gone? Gone where?â
Isaac says, âThe Dark Prince took Ebony to Skade.â
âNathaneal, are they saying you donât have her? That we donât have Ebony any more?â Tears well in Amberâs eyes as this news