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give me a warm and fuzzy feeling, but I’d rather be as far away from the serpents as possible.
    “I told you.” Perth laughs, probably amused by my sudden fear. “We are safe from anything getting in.”
    I turn on my toe then head up the trail—back into the open.
    He follows behind me.
    Perth still gives me the creeps. His eyes are always watching. Even his blonde hair seems spooky in contrast to the Darkness, but he has lived up to his word so far, and I’m supposed to trust those around me.
    I stop in the center of our
hiding
spot. “What now?”
    He takes a seat next to my feet. “We wait.”
    “There isn’t any time. We need to get to the others now!”
    Crossing his legs, Perth clasps his hands and places them in his lap. “Daemons rest as we do. We will leave at three in the morning. I will take the first shift if you want to sleep.”
    I cannot stand this. Daemons have my family and my heart. Sitting on this ledge out in the open for fifteen hours is
not
in the cards for my day. “
No
. We will not waste time. How many daemons did you see leaving with the others at base?”
    “Too many to count.” Perth draws circles in the dirt with his finger. “When you were in your sister’s mind, what did you see?”
    “Why?” Propping my hands on my hips, I stare down at him the way my mom always did when she was punishing me.
    He doesn’t meet my eyes. “I want to see if you were given clues about the trap you want to run into.”
    The first thing I heard when I was in Brit’s thoughts was Lann telling the daemons to kill me, they had to use Arland and Brit against me. Giving up, I sit down.
    “So my suspicions are correct?”
    I’d like to smack the satisfaction out of his tone. “Yes, Perth, you’re right. Lann told the daemons to use Arland and Brit against me.”
    He raises his eyebrows. “Nothing about your mother?”
    “No. My mom wasn’t mentioned.” I don’t remember seeing her in the cave either. There
are
forty-five soldiers, and tallying them and their locations didn’t cross my mind, but now I’m worried about her more than I already was.
    “I believe you should try to use your connection to your sister to learn more about the situation. It will be the safest way to gather information. We will move in when it is safe to do so.”
    Uhh, great, but I’m not sure how that connection works. “Is this going to be like the chatter box? Do I have to figure everything out on my own?”
    Perth stops drawing in the dirt like a two-year-old and locks his cold gaze on me. “You seem to have quite a bit figured out already. Why do you doubt yourself so much?”
    I ignore him and close my eyes.
    “I will keep watch,” he says.
    “Keep quiet while you’re at it, please.” I know I’m being unfair, but I’m annoyed by how he’s taking everything in stride—like this is no big deal.
    Taking deep breaths, I clear Perth from my mind and think of Brit. All these years, she’s sensed my emotions because we share a connection. Before I had left for college, she used to come to my room almost every night. The nightmares—which I now know to be visions—occurred more frequently than ever before. Mom and Gary didn’t bother going to her room to wake her in the mornings because she was always next to me, sleeping with her arm draped over my back.
    My legs tingle, but I don’t fight against it like last time; I welcome the transfer of myself to Brit, then open my eyes.
    Perth isn’t in front of me.
    I’m inside the cave.
    Control over my hands and feet returns, but it doesn’t feel anything like what I’m used to—they’re not my own. There isn’t enough time to think about how weird being removed from my body is. Brit is tied up to a cold cave wall, her mouth gagged. It feels as though there are a thousand cotton balls on my tongue. The wet rocks send chills up her back … my back.
    She aches, she’s tired, and she’s starved for food.
    The torches on the walls are still bright