"You almost turned him into plant food," Marie said, though her eyes remained locked on the perimeter of the room, her hand resting on the hilt of the dagger at her belt.
She closed her eyes and let her consciousness slip beneath the soil. "Easy, big guy," she whispered.
"I won't let them take this place," Bri said, her voice dropping to a low, dangerous register.
The blood drained from Bri's face. The Absyrtus Sect was relentless. They wanted to use the ancient relics of Medea to rewrite life and death itself, consequences be damned. "How long do we have?" Marie asked sharply. "Hours. Maybe less," Karter replied.