Page 33 of The Labyrinth
“Are you sure this isgoing to work?”
“No, but it seemed worth a try.”Deacon walked over to the intricate maze and picked up a handful of dirt.There in his hands, the soil swirled in a circle, moved by an invisible force.Her eyes widened.There in his palm, a tiny labyrinth formed.
“Is that how the larger one was created?”she asked.
“Yes,” he replied.“I change the design every week for fight night.”
He opened his pocket and slid the maze inside.
“Will it stay that shape?”
“Not sure,” he admitted.“Most of my day trips I make sure to keep under a day.”
She hoped whatever magic existed in the dirt protected Deacon, because that night was incredibly important.The last thing she wanted to do was be fearful of his decline.
Chapter Fifteen
There was only a sliverof moon, which helped hide them, but it also hindered their observation of the plant.They were able to observe that Shiel Sinaga had increased security, but they weren’t able to confirm if there were any humans in the building.
“Are you trying for a controlled explosion?”Delaram asked.He was busy setting up the bombs.
“No,” Deacon replied as he looked through night vision binoculars.“We need to make this place very much on the human’s police radar.A message has to be sent.Shiel is playing Russian Roulette with shifters’ abilities and identities.”
“What if Peter isn’t in there?”Marion asked, voicing the worry that had been eating at her.“What if we’re too late for him?”
“Don’t let those thoughts upset you right now,” Deacon said.“One thing at a time.”
“Right,” Delaram agreed, nodding his head.“These bombs need to be placed around the perimeter, and then we light up the sky like the Fourth of July.”
A little gleeful squeal, which sounded suspiciously like a hyena laugh, erupted from him.
Marion raised an eyebrow.“You’re a poet and didn’t know it.”
“Don’t encourage him,” Deacon muttered.
Delaram winked at her and she hid her smile.
