"Then find her trail, Junior," I leaned down and snarled into Xander's tiger's face.
"Don't yell at him, Saint. He can't help. She pushed him out of there, remember?" Xander said as he ran his hand through his tiger's fur.
"Do you feel that, mes amis?" Mason interrupted. He put a finger to his lips as if silence could help us feel something better.
We all shut up. We had no other firm direction to follow.
Mason's head tipped to the side. Shook his head. Squeezed his eyes tightly shut.
"Join hands. Our Kona is calling," he shouted as he reached for the person nearest him.
We all linked hands.
I, for one, prayed. Like I've never prayed before.
Eternity passed with no answer. No glimmer of hope.
Hellion popped into the lobby, arms full of a bloodied and broken Kiema.
"She's been attacked on the spirit plane. Give her your magic or she will die," he said right before he vanished again.
Nononononononononono, it spun on a loop inside my head.