“We’ll see you around, Gabe.”
“Yeah.”
Rhyn stepped into the portal. He crossed fast and leapt through the portal leading to the Caribbean Sanctuary. No sooner had he hit the sandy beach than the restraints of the underworld fled, knocking him off his feet. His body bucked under the influence of power. Sudden pain shot through him, followed by the sensation of his magic snapping back into a bond too strong for him to access.
Rhyn gasped and struggled to sit. Kiki’s still body lay a few feet from him, the ocean lapping at his brother’s feet. The Caribbean night was humid and warm, and the moon large over head.
“I told you that you needed me,” Toby grumbled. “You’ve got a couple hours until midnight.”
Disoriented, Rhyn glanced down and pulled the syringe out of his thigh, where the angel had stabbed him.
“Where are you getting these fucking things?” Rhyn gasped.
“Well … maybe you should get Hannah and Ully out before Jared eats them. I can tell you that stuff later.”
“Where’s Katie?”
“I brought her back!” Toby said, beaming. “She’s at the Sanctuary.”
“I want to see her.”
“No. Go get Hannah. If Death let you go, then Darkyn’s pissed. If Darkyn’s pissed then –“
“Hannah and Ully are in trouble,” Rhyn finished and rose. He looked at the wound in his chest. It might be tough taking on the demons of Hell, but he had a promise to fulfill. “Take Kiki back to the Sanctuary’s healer.”
“Me?”
“You see anyone else here?”
Toby looked at the unconscious Immortal twice his size and back up at Rhyn. Rhyn pointed. The angel sighed and crossed to Kiki. Rhyn opened a new portal, took a deep breath and crossed through to Hell.
He emerged outside the jailer’s door and readied himself for a confrontation. The sounds of activity were thick in the hallways behind him, and he listened, trying to determine if he could hear any sounds that the demons were victorious in the underworld. His instincts warned him to hurry, that he had a reason to grab Hannah and go instead of sticking around to see what was causing the activity.
Rhyn opened the door, surprised to find the jailer’s room empty. He’d expected Jared at least. He closed the door quietly behind him. He snatched the talisman hanging near the door, the one that freed inmates from their cells. He ignored the quickening of his pulse as he entered the familiar cell block.