"We're going to tear this city apart until I find her."
I walk out into the hall, my heart pounding in my ears.
I had a timeline for Cormac's death, but it's been moved up to today.
I will not sleep tonight until he's dead and she's back here.
All this ends tonight.
34
CALLUM
Istep back into my office, shut the door. I lean against it for a second, eyes closed, breathing through my nose.
Keira wanted to push. I saw it in her face, but thankfully our mom intervened and told her it's okay and got up.This is the life of a leader.
And Keira listened.
Thank God.
I don't have time for explanations. Don't have time to manage their emotions or field questions I can't answer yet.
I move to my desk, pull out my chair, and sit.
The iPad is still where I left it. I unlock it, pull up the recording again.
I rub my forehead and sit forward.
Focus. I need to focus.
I have about an hour, give or take, before everything arrives, and I need to answer the biggest question I have right now. Where the hell is the Old Ruins?
I pull open the top drawer of my desk and pull out the stack of files I've been collecting since this all started. Everything Octavian gave me, the documents Matei sent over, and notes we've made or uncovered.
I look over them, my eyes scanning page after page.
Nothing.
I replay the recording again, as if I'll hear something I haven't already.
But all I hear is the location I don't know.
"Old Ruins. Old Ruins," I say out loud.
I rewind the recording and play it again.
"The Morrígan is disappointed in you, daughter. Now we must please her."
I freeze.
Is he really planning to please his fucking make-believe goddess? No. I can't finish the thought as my jaw tightens.
If he harms her, if he does any of that sacrificial bullshit, I'm going to rip his windpipe out with my bare hands.
I take a breath. Then another.
Relax. Focus.
