The thud of Drexel's head hitting the wall snapped Justin back to reality. He ducked behind the piece of stone.
No, thought Justin. No, no, no, this cannot be happening. Not Gunnar.
Justin peeked out around the side of the boulder. Gunnar's caped shoulders heaved with rage. There was a fire in his eyes that Justin had never...
Eyes, thought Justin. Plural?
"Could he be in the city, my lord?" one of the soldiers said.
"I tell you, he was here," Gunnar growled. "I felt him in the palace! He can't have gone far." He pointed at a group of soldiers. "You, come with me. The rest of you, search the city. If you find the ethoul, bring him to me. Alive. And as unharmed as you can manage."
"Yes, lord-count!"
The ethoul. Gunnar was looking for Justin. And he had felt his arrival.
A sharp tingle raced down Justin's demon arm.