"When? How much time do we have?" "I don't know. We must warn Phillip." Nausea cramped Selene's stomach at the thought of leaving the safety of her home. "We can't go to Rhakotis." Rebecca's eye's widened with fear. "But we must find him. He could be in great danger." "Of course." Selene dropped her grip, fighting down her own panic. "We must send word to the Prefect as well. I'll write a note. Get one of the slaves to take it directly to Orestes or the captain of his guard. Come, we must be quick." The shadows of dusk crept out of dark corners to claim more territory. Selene pulled her courage together and strode down the dim street. Rebecca huffed to keep up. Outside Ision's home, Selene stopped so abruptly Rebecca nearly collided with her. "Antonius!" Selene mumbled. "What? We can't stop now." Rebecca plucked at Selene's sleeve. "Antonius may help us. The more of us there are, the more likely we can find Phillip." She marched to the entrance and rapped on the door. A servant promptly inquired as to her needs.
