Artair insisted. Zach paced ten steps down the mess hall’s aisle, turned and marched ten steps back. He’d been doing so for what seemed like hours as he tried to convince the Sentinels to go after Gina. “Zach, you’ve gotta calm down,” Johann said. He’d been working at his laptop from the moment they’d returned. “I still can’t find her.” “I thought you said you could track her,” Zach said. He hated the panic in his voice. “Magicks are blocking her GPS. We’re just going to have to wait for her sisters. They might be able to sense her.” His stomach had turned into a churning mass as he thought about Gina. She’d looked as still as death, her complexion waxy and pale. Every moment that slipped away meant he could lose her. “We need to get going. Now.” “Nay,” a loud, masculine voice scolded. “I have another solution.”
