Page 37 of Polestar
What the fuck?
He snarled at her.“Release me.”
“Not until you understand you cannot interfere.”
He struggled against the invisible bond.
“I know this is harming her and what the risks are, Magnus.We have no choice.She is meant to do this, as are you.”
“What the fuck does that mean?”He couldn’t unpin his spine from the wall or force his arms forward more than an inch or two.
“It doesn’t matter.We need all the information she can get about this sigil, Magnus.”
The raw emotion in her voice took some of the fight out of him.
“Burns and Connor left this morning to meet with Lirikai, Perenga and McLachlan in Iceland.They’re getting closer to the location of the hub.But this sigil changes everything.We have to know more before we move in.”
His gaze fixed on Ana’s kneeling, trembling form.He stopped struggling against Kane.
She released him without another word or movement.
He scrubbed a hand over his face and back through his hair.“We’ve seen it a few times before.Why the concern now?”
“As agents, you’re not kept up to date on all the survivors’ post-rescue.You go on to the next job, and the next.”She turned her gaze to Aksel.“Every one of them is still in a disconnected state.That sigil is the only difference between those victims and the ones that we’ve recovered that have healed and are trying to move on with their lives.”
“So, Aksel might remain like this?”
“Yes.Maybe?We—I don’t know.”
“And how will this affect Ana?”He swallowed the lump rising in his throat.
“I don’t know that either,” Kane said, voice raw.
When she returned his direct gaze, her expression was full of concern, regret and resolve.
There was nothing he or she could do.
It was up to Ana.
Anaawakenedinablack filmy undertow.
Pulled and pushed in all directions, unable to draw breath.
Trapped.Weak.Disconnected.
Prey to the whispers.
Something tapped against her palm.Her hand closed around the object, grasping at anything she could use as she struggled against the crushing blackness.
It was Gran’s crucifix.
Focus.Feel.
Balance soon followed.
She stopped fighting against the need for air and control, allowing her body to drift with the current.
She surfaced, gasping for air, and opened her eyes to a looming iceberg.
