Lucian stopped pacing and turned to look at Sebastian. "How long can you handle it?"
"I don't know." Sebastian dropped his hand from his chest and clenched it into a fist at his side. "Days maybe. But not weeks. Not with the curse still active and the bond incomplete and her lying unconscious down the hall."
Nicholas felt the weight of that settle over all of them. Seven weeks until their twenty-sixth birthday. Two incomplete bonds, one of them now half-finished and aching. And whatever had taken Lilith tonight was still out there.
"We need to talk about what happened," Nicholas said, straightening. "How she ended up six miles into the forest in the middle of the night."
"Victoria," Lucian said immediately. "It has to be Victoria. Who else could compel her like that?"
"Maybe." Nicholas walked around his desk and leaned against the front of it, crossing his arms. "The magic signature in that clearing was old. Powerful. Morvaine magic, certainly. But..."
