"Sainsa," he agreed finally, still staring at that spot.
Sainsa—to the princess's hometown, to the most powerful royal dynasty in the Saintlands. To the only place that stood even half a chance of meeting the Vassal Empire in battle. But could it hope to hold off saints? Isak highly doubted it.
Sainsa, Viskae insisted again.
There was no knowing where the saints had taken his brother, his mate, and their family. Isak had no way of tracing it—his power was over mistakes andanimals, for fuck's sake. They were lost to him, and if he walked away now, he knew there'd be no turning back.
Maia's sharp voice cut through his mind, far worse than anything his saint could ever say, and almost as deadly as the things he said to himself in the darkness.
When whatever is leaking into this world comes for us? Comes forJaro?It's on you, Isak Sintali.
If he'd acted sooner, and not panicked and paced for a whole night, would Jaro, Maia, and the rest still be here? Would the stones be repaired? Would the saints be blocked from this world?
I don't think he's ever felt safe, and if you won't help us even for him? Fuck you, Isak.
She was right—every word. He hated it, hated that he couldn't get her voice out of his head. Hadn't been able to since she'd said those words.
Isak looked at the saints' circle for another minute before he forced himself to walk away. He didn't think Sainsa could help, not deep down, but he had to try anyway.
Maia was right.It's on you, Isak Sintali.
Everything that had happened was on his conscience. But what use was a broken monster in a fight against saints?
"Guess we're gonna find out," he muttered, and put one foot in front of the other.