#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 wolf bares his fangs within me, eager now, on more secure ground now that we know more about what we’re

frantically for a way to

“If you think I have any less concern for Ella than you do Cora, then

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

just a second, his jaw clenched, but then he

arms and glancing up towards the staircase and the second level where I suspect more are

can’t hold us forever. So the only question is – do we fight to leave? Or to go

frankly, I’m tempted too. The idea that –

than we thought they did. That they

possibility, but I force myself to turn

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

steeling myself for his

Roger nods his head. “We

part of their protocol – to continue tending to our wounded. I give brisk orders for the

one, Roger and I turn towards the

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

face close, sniffing it.” It’s

arms over my chest and looking it

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

do you mean?” I

he says, looking at me askance.

and Ella have it, but our wolves too are gifts from the goddess. They’re magic, as much as

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