Blake P.O.V.The flare I’ve been waiting for hits like a fist under my sternum; silver, hot, unmistakable. Not a sound but it rings anyway through my mind. No, through the matebond and the mindlink.Allie.Tara’s voice braids into it a heartbeat later, bright and sure in my head. ‘East tower, service stair, two up, purple curtains. The glass has a crescent-crack.’“Move,” I tell my people, and the pack flows.We ghost the tree line, cross the scrub, and press to the shadow of the bluff. Gullspire’s two towers sulk against the sky like bad decisions. No engines, no sirens, just breath and boot leather and the quiet clatter of steel that means we mean it.Elliott and Oloron take the point. Neptune peels a four-man perimeter off into the brush, no heroics on the exits. Damien slides in behind me, jaw tight, Midnight burning under his skin so hot he aura is visible in the silent air. One of the witches is at my shoulder with a canvas satchel and those new crystals Oloron carved; they kno
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