Page 71 of Polestar
“He wouldn’t…” Wulker wouldn’t.Nor would… Not to Aksel.
“Who wouldn’t what?”Magnus pressed.“Who wouldn’t what, Ulla?Your friend wouldn’t do that to your little brother?”
“Shut up, Magnus,” she snarled back, unable to think, her gut twisted so hard.
Ulla studied her ex-husband’s stony face.He’d never been a liar.
But things change.He was an agent for the Organization.
Agents lie.
But how else could he know Aksel was on that ship, or about the sigils?
She met his eyes.
Her instinct told her he was being truthful.
Aksel was in trouble.Real trouble.
“Call your agency and have him brought to Barentia.”
Magnus shook his head.“He specifically didn’t want that.”
“You said he’s unconscious.”She stepped forward, hands fisted.
“He is.”
“You’re making no sense.”
“Ana communicated with him in the astral where he’s trapped in bear form.”
Ulla gasped, gaze dropping to the floor as her mind raced.
Magnus went on.“He’s trapped in a sea of black ink or oil, or something.”
She reached for the wall as her knees buckled.
Oh Gods, no.
“You and I—and Ana—can go to where Aksel is being safeguarded and you can see him for yourself.”
Why?Why would Wulker do this to Aksel?
Aksel had to have challenged him.Butwhy?
What was he thinking?
“It’s too late for her—your human.”Ulla squared her shoulders, lifting her chin as she glared back at Magnus.“That’s on you, Magnus.You brought her here.”
EIGHTEEN
Ana’sheadspunbehindher closed lids, brain pounding.
Magnus.I have to help Magnus.
Her body ached from the tasing.
God, I feel awful.I owe Raya a colossal apology.
