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I glance in the mirror.

We’re not the only ones.

Gold flickers wildly across Sentinel’s bike. Scar’s shadows have thickened enough to swallow half his front wheel, while ahead of me ice spreads across the back of Raze’s bike, coating the pipes and creeping over the rear fender despite the heat pouring off the engine.

Something out here is pissing off the magic in our bikes.

Good.

Means we’re close.

Echo suddenly squeezes my side.

Hard.

Her fist appears beside my shoulder.

Stop.

I raise mine, and the signal travels down the pack. We slow together, tires chewing over dirt and gravel before the bikes roll to a stop beneath the trees. Engines cut one after another until the roar that carried us through the mountains disappears, leaving nothing but ticking metal and the faint hiss of fire dying along my frame.

Echo is off the back before I’ve finished planting my boots. I swing down after her as the brothers dismount around us, weapons coming free while Raze moves toward the front.

Echo takes a few steps into the trees.

Her head tilts.

I know that look—she’s listening.

I move up beside her and follow her gaze through the thick timber.

At first, there’s nothing.

Trees.

Rock.

Darkness.

Then, I see it.

Stone buried beneath roots and dirt, sunk so deep into the hillside the forest has nearly swallowed the whole-fucking-structure. There are no windows or lights, just a wide entrance carved into blackened rock, ancient symbols cut around the opening.

My hellhound pushes hard beneath my skin, my claws digging in like it wants out.

The first breath I take burns all the way down, carrying something I haven’t tasted since Hell.

I’d know its touch anywhere.

There’s no open doorway here, but one’s been used enough times to leave its mark. Hell has been reaching into this place for a while. And now I know exactly where Malgrave’s been sending everything he takes from me.

Raze comes up on Echo’s other side while the brothers spread through the trees behind us.

Echo lifts her hand. “Wait.”

Everyone stops, and her eyes close. Seconds drag by while she listens to something none of us can hear. Then her eyes snap open. “He’s here.”

Heat floods my veins.