Francesca shook her head with a hard look over her twin’s shoulder. “We don’t know what we’ll find there,” she signed. “Powers will work best on humans or lower Immortals, but if we’re facing higher ones, we’ll all need to be able to attack with whatever we can.”
I looked at the gun in my hand. The other, exact same one already stashed in its place against my thigh.
“How arethesegoing to help?” I asked. “They’reImmortals. We can’t kill them, even less with human weapons.”
Savi smirked, placing one last magazine in a pocket at my waist as Francesca explained, “Might be human weapons, but the bullets are special. Won’t kill them, but it’ll hurt like a bitch and it’ll take them time and energy to heal. As for the blades, you might be immune, but the metal is mixed with the same really old meteors that are painful when in contact with our blood.”
So that was the poison Ann mentioned I’d been sliced with. It explained why the blades the rogue guards carried looked different from a regular dagger. And maybe my immunity had nothing to do with age, but to my Astral origins. If the meteor was one that fell with the first Astrals…But why was Arc immune too?
“Won’t the ones at the prison have them too?”
They both exchanged a look and shrugged. Savi stepped back to look at my new arsenal before she signed, “We don’t know what we’ll find there. But I’ve never seen weapons like we have here before, so we might have an advantage.”
“Okay, found a car with the keys still in it,” Marcus said, sliding his head through the opening of the door. “Hurry up before some horny guards on duty come here for a quickie.”
I opened my mouth to talk but both girls pushed me toward the door, walking right behind me.
“Here, take this.” Marcus threw familiar keys in my hand. “It’ll be better to cover our tracks if we take two vehicles.”
The small dreamcatcher keychain felt soft between my fingers. The one Dimitri had made for me…I stared at it for a while before lifting my eyes to a confused looking trio.
“Thanks.” I cleared my throat, following them through the rows of cars.
They stopped and Marcus opened the driver side, stopping to point toward my bike, waiting to the side.
“I slipped a com in your helmet, it’s connected to ours,” he said, showing the little black device in his ears. “The girls will put theirs in, so they’ll hear if you need to tell us something.”
“Okay.”
I turned to walk away but he caught my wrist, forcing me to turn back.
“You’ll be faster than us. Be safe, alright?”
The room was dead silent as I searched his eyes. He was worried.Fuck, I never should have asked him to come…
“Careful is my middle name.” I grinned.
“No it’s not. Your middle name is Careless Brat. I’mserious, Lola. If something feels off, you tell us. Youstop. Whatever you want except go in headfirst without backup.”
I nodded. “It’ll be fine, Marcus. We’ll find them.”
His throat bobbed as he looked away, letting go of my wrist. “Let’s go.”
Chapter 32
Lola
Outside the camp, the acid rain and wind were merciless. The barrier protecting us inside must be incredibly powerful for us to only feel a slight drizzle and barely a breeze.
I rode fast, enjoying the feeling of getting my bike back after weeks and finally stepping outside that draining barrier and having full access to my powers.
Casting a few quick glances over my shoulders to ensure Marcus and the girls were still following, I headed in the direction of the large path we memorized on the map I brought back from the cabin I visited during my first week here. Said map that Dimitri had scribbled on and detailed after he came back from that first scouting mission.
Map that Marcus had taped on his dashboard to make sure we weren’t getting lost.
“No one’s following,” he said through the com in my helmet. “Unless we’re spotted in the next two minutes, we’ll have the cover of the stone forest.”
“Let’s hurry, then.”
