Chapter 93

“I saw.”

“Where’s Terrell?” he asked after a long silence.

Gulping, Eleanor answered, “I think back at the RV. I didn’t really stop to check on him.”

Dakota provided only a grunt of acknowledgement in response. He had no idea how Terrell would react to the news. On one hand, the threat was gone, and they’d scored a sizeable collection of new magic stones in the process. But on the other? He’d disobeyed a direct command, left Kenna defenseless, and nearly gotten himself killed. The response could be anything from an emotional hug to pure rage. He had no idea which would come to pass.

But the mystery didn’t really concern him. Apart from the physical pain, Dakota felt numb. Drained and almost closed off from his surroundings. He could feel his heart beat and the cold, wet blood seeping through his shirt. He acknowledged his injuries and aching, strained limbs. And logically, he knew what he’d done. He killed someone. A monster, for sure. But he’d still taken a life.