#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…

they can’t risk it. That we, somehow, outnumber or outmatch them. My wolf bares his fangs within me, eager now, on more secure ground now that we know

his brows knitting together, still looking frantically for a

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

close to his so that only he hears me. “But you need to pull it

for just a second, his jaw clenched, but then he turns back to me and nods so

the staircase and the second level where I suspect more are waiting for

hold us forever. So

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

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

at the possibility, but I force myself to turn away from it,

up the stairs with me, putting the pieces together.

steeling

Roger nods his head.

able again line up before us, two of our healthy men falling 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,

turn towards the stairs, determined

blank wall at the top of the stairs instead of a hallway or a door through which we can pass. When I get to

it.”

chest and

leans back and thinks for a moment before he speaks again, his voice low and considering. “We know, from our research, that the priest’s power

you mean?” I

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

as much as we don’t generally describe them that way. That the priests are able

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