EMIL
“Hide-and-seek with the shape-shifter just got infinitely harder,” Wyatt whispers as we hide in a stairway.
“And he doesn’t even know that we’re trying to find him,” I say.
Just when I thought this place couldn’t be more monstrous, the guards are siccing the other inmates on Ness as if this is some acceptable practice. More than ever I’m terrified to be here though I have zero regrets. Ness might think he’s alone in this fight, but I’m going to back him up.
“Perhaps it’s time we regroup.” Wyatt tugs at his whistle.
“No, someone might think we should bounce.”
“Not the worst idea.”
“I’m not leaving without Ness,” I say, staring Wyatt in the eyes. I’m indebted to Ness for saving me over and over even though we were strangers who only met less than a month ago.
“Of course,” Wyatt says, though it’s clear he knows the dangers he’s risking for a cause he doesn’t believe in. “What do you propose we do to find him? Shout his name over and over?”
“No, but you’re on the right track. We don’t go looking for him. We make him come to us.”
“How do we do that?”
I conjure two gold and gray fire-orbs, hoping to draw Ness to my flames.