“We have to go back!” Sam started toward the collapse, but Hel was still gripping her wrist and held her fast. “We have to help Cyprien, he’s under there—the carcolh, it grabbed him, I couldn’t stop it, and now he’s—” “Dead,” Hel said. “He can’t be dead!” “It’s generally what happens when two hundred tons of rock fall on you.” “I saw his hand. It was, he—” Sam couldn’t finish that thought, not without remembering the way his body had crumpled. The way she’d hesitated. A real field agent wouldn’t have hesitated.
