“I’ve only seen fifty-nine years. It doesn’t hold a candle to your supposed multitudes, but this much I know to be true, and it seems to be something you’ve forgotten or never learned: when you search for answers,” Lucas said, with gravitas that made Blaze’s ears ring, “you rarely, if ever, find them outside yourself.”
A click resounded in Blaze’s mind, as though the tumblers had turned on a combination lock that would open a safe. Blaze’s breath froze, and a zing of current went through him—
Pain. He’s in pain.
—and from somewhere in the bowels of the house, Arik started to scream.