#Chapter 125 Time Ticking

Charles I heard Grace's voice loud and clear, telling him to fuck off, and I grinned, happy to hear her so firm. "Grace," I said gently. "You're doing well. We're on the right level, according to Seraphina and Amira... I can smell him." I couldn't tell her that it was mostly blood I smelled, but that didn't matter. Adrenaline surged through me as we rushed forward. Someone confirmed that they were heading towards the marker I left, but we didn't wait. In the distance, I could hear faint voices and the soft groans of pain echoing off the hard rock. Someone shrieked and leaped out. I caught the man in the face with the but of my gun, careful not to let it go off in the tight space. Beyond the sounds of the fight, further away or maybe just softer, I heard faint incantations of a ritual. My heart lurched. They were starting. I slammed the man into the wall and knocked him out. Once he was bound, we continued down the dark path. I closed off Amira and Grace's connection to my commun