'Elias.'
He answered immediately, without hesitation, without missing a beat.
'Yeah.'
'We’re done here,' I said, taking the stairs two at a time, the air growing colder the closer I got to the surface, the sounds of the aftermath of the battle filtering faintly through the stone above. 'She didn’t know enough.'
A pause.
Then, quieter—
'Fuck.'
'Exactly.'
I pushed through the dungeon entrance, the door swinging open hard enough to hit the wall behind it, cold air slamming into my lungs like a shock, clearing nothing, easing nothing, just making everything sharper.
'I need Pablo.'
Another pause, shorter this time.
'This is way bigger than just our Luna'
Not a question.
Elias wasn’t stupid.
'Chloe said - Collectors-,' I told him, the word tasting like poison in my mouth. 'Auction
