Book 9: Silver and Gold

Sydney

I roll onto my back, unsure how much time has passed. One second, I was tackling Gabriel into the fog-soaked pavement, and the next, I’m here, in a lightless room that seems to stretch for miles. 

I’m not alone. Gabriel coughs nearby, followed by the sound of his leg dragging over what feels like tile.

My eyes eventually adjust to the darkness, and the ceiling comes into view several hundred feet above my head, domed and intricate, with sweeping murals from an age long lost to time. 

“Where did you take us?” I ask, turning my head toward the slightly blurry figure resting his back against a shadowed wall. 

Gabriel looks at me, his light brown hair brushing over his shoulders, much longer than the last time I saw him. His eyes narrow, and his mouth parts in a firm scowl. “I didn’t take you anywhere. You shouldn’t be here. You’re not the one I needed, and I’m running out of time.” He groans softly, physically draggin