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The helicopter descended and landed gently on the floor of an abandoned factory site. The group got out stiffly and packed up their equipment. They had left the thunderstorm behind, because the sky here was clear with stars. Aurelia ran alongside Pareios as they left the fence behind them and headed for the adjacent wooded area. Their footsteps were the only sounds in the dark and after about five minutes' walk they reached the spot. Aiden, who had gone ahead, kicked the underside of an angular, dark rock. A trapdoor opened beneath the man-high rock, revealing the otherwise hidden staircase that led down to the bunker.

“What?” He glanced around, then leaned closer. “Tracks leading toward the old Luna shrine at Black Hollow. Two sentries went to check a strange light last night. They haven’t reported back.” Black Hollow. The abandoned shrine where we buried my Luna. No one went there anymore. “And the tracks?” “Barefoot, small, leading in, but none coming out.” My stomach tightened. Small barefoot tracks in the snow. I turned toward the eastern ridge. The sky was still grey, and the snow was starting to fall in thin flakes.

Kael’s hand tightened around the steering wheel, knuckles pale against black leather. “South of the ruins,” he said, voice low, almost drowned beneath the rumble of the engine. “The Blackmere Cavern — near the edge of Frostveil Marsh. And after that, the Ridge of Graves. If the Book of the Damned isn’t at one, it’ll be at the other.” “The Ridge of Graves…” Violet whispered, eyes narrowing. “That’s cursed land.” Kael gave a faint smirk. “So is everything we touch.” The convoy swept past the last inhabited outpost of Ashwood, where faint lights of human life still flickered behind shuttered windows. Beyond this point, the road turned to fog and ruin.

The lodge had collapsed in on itself. "Move faster!" Sofia urged from up ahead. After what felt like an eternity, the tunnel began to slope upward. Finally, Harrison pushed open a rusted iron door, and we emerged into the cool night air on the side of a hill about a quarter mile from the burning ruins of the lodge. In the distance, I could hear the rolling of helicopter blades. When I looked up, I spotted a sleek black helicopter rising above the trees, heading east. "That’s Antonio," Dante gasped, still supporting the now barely conscious Lorenzo.

All of them spontaneously stopped their steps. "Look over there, I got a sign there," said Prince Xander, pointing not far ahead. Everyone looked in the direction Prince Xander was pointing at. Behind the trees, not far ahead, there was a hill. "That's our destination. I hope I'm not mistaken," said Prince Xander. "You're right, Prince. That hill is Cannibal Hill. The blood moon just disappeared, right above the top of that hill," said Princess Alleta. "I started hearing voices from the hill," Glory continued. "Prince, we need to prepare ourselves before continuing our journey to the hill," said Dante.

Yepper, this whole damned town is built right on top of them. The land seemed to pitch underfoot, sloping. Richard backed away, his pulse loud in his ears. Backed away with Katie. He turned to run just as the ground opened up, solid earth collapsing from under the fat-bellied soldier and church organist, the sinkhole swallowing them. They plunged screaming alongside Julian’s slack, bullet-raked form. Blondie bolted madly but doubled back around with warning barks, trying to herd everyone away. Her leash whipped behind her.

Immediately she left, I had some guards follow after her, to keep watch on her. I turned to the map the instant she was gone, already sketching lines between the quickest routes and the least-guarded passageways. Greystone Hill was ruined; weeds and half-fallen bricks covered its surface. However, for those unfamiliar with the ways, the catacombs underneath were quite different: dry, twisting, and hazardous. I dialed Kyle first. His eyes narrowed when he spotted my face and he arrived rapidly. "What has occurred? " "We have a location. Midnight Greystone Hill."

Far enough not to be seen. We changed into dark clothes in the car, then slipped out into the late afternoon light. The ground was soft, partially flooded, our shoes sinking into mud with every step. We moved carefully through the reeds toward the fence line, staying low. My fully healed ankle handled the uneven ground without complaint. We reached the fence—chain-link, twelve feet high, topped with barbed wire. Beyond it lay the airfield. Hangar 7 was the fourth from the left. I raised the binoculars and adjusted the focus. There.

“Breathe with me. One… two… three.” Leah breathed. The world tilted, then steadied a little. “Now,” Ghost said. “Tell me exactly where you heard it.” “It was under the east beam,” Leah said. “Near the big server. He was holding it. He said he could fix it. He shouted for me to leave.” Ghost closed his eyes for a second. He opened them. “We go slow. We go as a team.” They started crawling. The air tasted like metal. Sparks fell like slow rain.

It was a violent, grounding sensation that made my eyes snap open, the violet light flickering briefly like a dying bulb. "Don't go into the dark, Ruby," he commanded, his obsession flaring. "If you go offline, I lose the link. If I lose the link, I can't feel if you’re still breathing. Stay with me." "I'm here," I choked out, leaning into his palm. "Where are we going?" "The Hive," he said. "The only place Thorne left off the books. It’s an old cold-war bunker in the Ural Mountains. It’s shielded by three miles of lead and granite. Even the Sovereign can't reach through it."