Then he froze. “We need to leave,” he said to Nashrel suddenly. The Elder grunted. “You certainly do. Because I warned you what would happen if you used that knife.” “No.” Davian looked at him, urgent. “There’s something you need to know. We need to get to wherever you store your Vessels.” Davian’s heart pounded as he explained. Whatever else happened, whether he was an enemy or just a pawn in all that was happening, Caeden needed to be kept far, far away from that box.
