“Veda…,” I say, the voice barely my own. “I need … to save … her…”
“So do we,” Dorian says quietly.
I open my mouth, a thousand questions to ask, but everything in the room spins, blurs, and goes dark around the edges.
Then, like vesper bells ringing inside my head, the older man’s low words echo, “We’ll find her. I promise.”
Ad astra.
It’s all I need to hear.