Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

#Chapter 368 – Deeper In

Sinclair

“We have to get to them,” Roger snarls, moving towards a window intending to bash it to pieces, I know – but I grab his arm as he goes, pulling him back.

“The priests are not that stupid,

Roger,” I say through clenched teeth. ” If they can make the door disappear, they can make the windows solid – ”

“So what do we do,” Roger growls, frantic, as our remaining healthy men take advantage of the momentary reprieve to attend to the men who are wounded. I glance around, doing a quick survey and finding that about eight of our men are down. I grimace when I realize that two are not moving at all, or making any noise. But I look away from them fast, not needing the distraction.

“We retreat, I say, holding Roger’s eye, “or we move further in. But there’s a reason why they’re not attacking here – they’re letting us stay in relative peace because they want us to stay here. Which means they don’t want us to leave, and they don’t want us to go further.”

“What?” Roger asks, frantic and a little baffled, looking around. “Why don’t they just kill us? Why don’t they just -”

“Because they can’t,” I say, nodding as I figure it out. If they had more priests to send – enough to take us out – they would do it. But the fact that they’re not sending them…

outnumber or outmatch them. My

asks, his brows knitting together, still looking frantically for a way to get out, to get to her to

shout, shaking his arm, making him turn to me. “If you think I have any less concern for

my face close to his so that only he hears me. “But you need to pull it together. You’re not going to help them by acting

but then he turns back to me and nods so I release

my arms and glancing up towards the staircase and the second level where I suspect more are waiting for us,

else? “They want us to stay here, but they can’t hold us forever. So the only question is – do we fight to leave? Or to

see the word “leave” on Roger’s tongue, can see Cora on his mind. And frankly, I’m tempted too. The idea that – well, that they want us to stay here means that they knew

know far more about us than we thought they did. That they

possibility, but I force myself to

surprise, hesitates, glancing up the stairs with me, putting the pieces together. “If

I ask, steeling myself for his

Roger nods his

back – as is part of their protocol – to continue tending to our wounded. I give brisk orders for the men to press forward no matter what. The men nod, steeled for what’s going

Roger and I turn towards the

itself immediately as we start to climb, considering that there is a blank wall at the top of the stairs instead of a hallway or a door through which we can pass. When I get to the top, I press a hand against the barrier, which

face close, sniffing it.” It’s off,” he

say, crossing my arms over my chest and looking it up and down. ”

again, his voice low and considering. “We know, from our research, that the priest’s power comes from binding their wolves. Which means that…whatever they’ve accessed to create this kind of illusion…we have access to it

do you mean?” I ask, turning to him,

says, looking at me askance. “That…I mean, we forget it

the goddess. They’re magic, as much as we don’t generally describe them that way. That