“Gabriel,” I gasped, gripping his shoulder hard. “What’s going on?” “You need to go,” he said, panic flashing in his eyes. “Go where?” I asked in confusion. “To Darius. Now, Lance,” he said frantically. “He’s about to go home to kill his father. The Guardian bond will draw you to him the moment the fight begins. And you’ll die in the crossfire before Darius is brought to his knees at Lionel’s feet.”
HOLY SHIT
