POV: Xavier

"Finn." The name came out as a whisper. "My brother is twelve years old."

The reality of it hit me like a physical blow. Finn, who still had nightmares about the dark. Finn, who collected rocks and told terrible jokes. Finn, who'd hugged me goodbye three days ago, making me promise to come home safe.

He was in that temple. Waiting to be sacrificed.

"We have to split up," Luna said, already thinking tactically. "Half of us rescue the children, half confront Morgana."

"No." I grabbed Thelma's arm without thinking. The moment I touched her, dark magic crackled between us. I jerked back, but not before I felt...