Jaden paced the floor of his cell. He hadn't expected a hero's welcome, but he hadn't expected to be thrown in the dungeon, especially when he was offering them vital information. Alyannah's lair was not far from Crescent Moon.
"No one can know you are here," his father had warned him. "Alexander will kill you if he sees you." Thomas had hidden him in the deepest part of the dungeons, and he was the only prisoner. He was hungry, and he was getting angrier by the minute. Maybe this had been a mistake. Maybe these traitors didn't deserve his help.
But for now, all he could do was wait. For someone to save him. His father, or Alyannah.
Alyannah's chamber was colder than usual. She stood at the edge of a reflecting pool carved into volcanic stone. The water was perfectly still, too still, and it held no reflection. Not anymore. That power had been traded, long ago, for something darker.
