Kael raised a fist. The column stopped.
Then he pointed up.
Maddox looked. Above them, pressed flat against the ravine ceiling, three dark fae clung to the rock with their claws. They were nearly invisible against the dark stone, their eyes closed, their bodies in the dormant state fae entered when conserving energy. Sleeping. Roosting. Thirty feet above a corridor they were meant to be guarding.
Kael held up three fingers, and drew a line across his throat. Then he pointed at Sterling.
Sterling nodded once. He positioned himself directly beneath the nearest fae, and looked up at the sleeping creature twelve feet above his head. His blade came out in a motion so controlled it made no sound at all.
Kael mirrored the position beneath the second. He held up three fingers. Two. One.
