“I’ll be there soon. I promise. ”

The rose on his wrist began to fade. “Be careful, ” Lindsay said, and then he was gone.

As Noah sent out the first wave of fire, he was sorry for it. He was angry that it fell to him to do it.

But the fire had no such emotions, only joy and hunger and lust. As Noah fed it with magic, it fed him in

turn, filling him up with malicious glee. That was what Lindsay didn’t need to feel, the euphoria of feeding on flesh.

The second wave of fire ripped through the lab, hotter than the first. It overflowed through the burning, melting doors and roared through the halls. The facility was huge, and though the alarms had sounded, there were still people here and there. Sometimes, Noah could feel them just before the fire caught them.

The fire followed the air through every crack, into every hiding place. Plastic had a terrible, acrid taste, but Noah devoured it all anyway—he didn’t want anything left for Moore to use. In a crypt full of cold so deep it burned his fire in return, he knew he’d found things she wanted to keep, and he pushed magic through the fire to make it strong enough to erase her treasures.

Time to go. Noah’s rational mind knew he was endangering the others if he stayed. He followed the same path Dane and Jonas had taken, drawing the fire from it and pushing the heat and flame aside. He saw daylight through the shimmering, burning air. Daylight and the green of living things. Part of him wanted to stay and hunt down every last Hound and those who made them, but Lindsay was waiting.

Outside, the van waited at the edge of the trees. There was nothing but chaos around the buildings.

Some of the half-finished Hounds had escaped before Noah had managed to destroy the lab, and were running amok. He felt more than heard the distant thud of helicopter blades. That explained why he didn’t see any soldiers—they were waiting for backup. A shadow passed over him and Ylli dropped to the ground a moment later.

“You’re all right?” Ylli looked well enough, if rattled. He spooked easily, but it would take more than that to make him flee.

“I’m fine.” Noah didn’t know how he was, but he was in one piece. “We’re ready to go?”

“Kristan has Zoey. She was watching Lindsay, but she sent me for you, as soon as...” Ylli gestured and now Noah could make out the tall figure that was Dane, and the small person who was almost hidden in his embrace. For a moment, Noah was sure he’d stopped breathing, but he inhaled and nodded at Ylli.

“The other one that came out is in the van already.”

“Jonas.”

“You want to hurry up?” Kristan’s voice cut through the chaos. She had Zoey by the wrist and was all but dragging her to the van. Zoey had her open laptop cradled in her other arm, eyes on the screen. “We can kiss and cry later.”

Zoey looked up as Kristan caught up with them, her eyes huge. “This stuff,” she said excitedly. “You wouldn’t believe it. These people are evil. And insane. But really smart.” She snapped her computer closed and shoved it at Ylli as she broke into a run. “I have to tell Lindsay.”

“No.” The single word came from all three of them at once—Noah, Ylli and Kristan—and stopped Zoey in her tracks.

“It can wait.” Noah reached out to take her arm. “You can tell him later. A lot later.”

“I...okay.” Zoey fell in line, keeping pace with them. “You’re naked,” she said, as soon as she realized. Noah let her go as she pulled away, and she stumbled into Ylli.

“Geeks.” Kristan snorted irritably. “I’m driving. Noah, that other guy keeps asking for you, so I told him to sit in the van.”

They reached the grass and Noah’s hot feet stung with the cool damp of it. The van door was open and a figure huddled behind the driver’s seat. He had no idea what to do with Jonas, but he’d have to manage.

“Why is everyone naked?” Zoey sounded distressed.

“Sit in front and you don’t have to look,” Ylli said soothingly. Kristan ran ahead to jump into the driver’s seat and Ylli hurried Zoey after her.

Noah slowed, partly because his legs were threatening to give out and partly because he thought he was going to be sick. The fire was still burning, out of his control but finding plenty to feed it. It was wicked and poisoned now, growling maliciously in the back of his head. Everything in Moore’s sphere grew corrupted. He took a couple breaths and made himself calm down, and headed over to Dane and Lindsay.

“It’s time to go,” he said, stopping a few feet from them. “We’ll all be in the van.” He turned away before his knees gave out and nearly fell over something. Someone. Jonas. Again.

“It’s time to go,” Jonas said clearly. He wasn’t looking at Noah, though, he was pulling up handfuls of grass.

“Back in the van.” Noah would worry about what was wrong with Jonas later. It would keep him busy. He had a feeling he was going to want to be busy as much as possible for a while.

One moment, Lindsay was immersed in Noah, the next he was alone in the middle of chaos, cold and stiff with being still so long. The door. While his mind fought to adjust to this reality, his body was scrambling out of the van and sprinting toward the door he’d seen through Noah’s eyes, the one Dane would be coming out of.

Hounds and humans raced past him and Kristan’s shouts followed him, but he didn’t heed any of it, just kept running. The door opened and Dane stumbled out, a dark shadow at his side. Three more steps, two, one, and then Lindsay was in Dane’s arms.

Dane grabbed him and held on like Lindsay might fade away, ducking his head to bury his face in Lindsay’s neck. His breath was ragged and labored, and tremors ran through his body.

“You’re safe now,” Lindsay whispered, reminding himself as much as Dane. The warmth of Dane’s arms made it real. “You’re safe. I’m sorry. You’re safe.”

“Nothing to be sorry for.” Dane kissed Lindsay’s neck and his ear, working his way over to kiss him on the mouth. “I missed you. Every time they brought more in, I was afraid of seeing you.”

“I was safe. They didn’t get me.”

Lindsay took a step back to see Dane’s face. He didn’t want to say this. He didn’t want to think about it being true. But he had to. If he didn’t, he’d have to hide the truth from Dane, and that would be worse.

“They nearly caught Zoey and Ylli. Cyrus died saving them. I’m sorry, Dane. He’s gone.”

For a long moment, Dane’s face was a study in misunderstanding. “No. I can’t hear him, but...it’s the collar. He’s not. He wouldn’t let them.”

“I’m sorry.” Lindsay felt sick. He didn’t want to hurt Dane like this. “Lourdes might have been lying to me, but Ylli...” He felt like he was twisting a knife. “Cyrus saved them from the Hounds and that weather witch, he got them away safely, but he didn’t make it. Ylli said he could hear Cyrus when it happened, that Cyrus was just gone. I’m so sorry.”

Dane inhaled like he was getting ready to argue, his brow knotted into a frown, but Lindsay could see it seeping in.

“He should have told me this was coming,” he said slowly. “He was right. About everything.” Now, he looked lost. “I failed him.”

Oh, Dane. Lindsay cupped Dane’s cheek in his hand and drew him back down. “I’m so sorry,” he said again, wrapping his arms around Dane as best he could. “I wasn’t there. If I had known...”

He never would’ve sent Zoey and Ylli back to Cyrus. There would’ve been no reason for Cyrus to fight, he would’ve been able to simply run. Lindsay couldn’t fix anything now. At least he’d been able to save Dane. Noah had saved Dane.

Noah. Noah had been speaking to them a moment ago, Lindsay realized, and he hadn’t acknowledged it.

Noah was walking away, herding Jonas back into the van. Ylli leaned out to pull Jonas in and gestured at Lindsay to hurry up. Zoey was slouched in the passenger seat of the van, a hand over her eyes, Kristan was already in the driver’s seat.