Fallen Academy: Year Two (Fallen Academy #2)(37)

Noah’s forehead crinkled but he nodded. “Yeah, he had it.”

‘I can trace another person’s infinity weapon so long as I’ve met that weapon.’

I didn’t understand it, but Sera had certainly ‘met’ Lincoln’s weapon hundreds of times.

“Sera can trace his infinity weapon,” I told them and started running to the parking lot.

“Awesome. I’ll tell Michael!” Noah shouted after me, then whipped out his phone.

We made quick work of getting to the parking lot where Darren was at the wheel of his SUV, Blake sitting shotgun. I quickly told them the news, and Noah, Shea, and I squeezed into the back. Then we were off.

The entire drive, I repeated one thing incessantly: Lincoln’s okay, Lincoln’s okay. He had to be okay. I couldn’t even conceive of a world where Lincoln was lost or dead. I felt physically ill, my hands shaking from adrenaline.

When we arrived at the base camp within the war zone, we exited the car quickly, making our way to Michael and the twenty-man battalion that stood with him.

“Brielle!” Michael sounded cheery.

Mr. Claymore and Raphael were both with him.

“Is it true? Sera can track Lincoln?” Raphael asked me, pride gleaming in his eyes.

I nodded.

‘I just need a bit of archangel blood. Preferably Michael,’ Sera told me.

My eyes bugged.

‘What! You never told me that!’

‘Well how else am I going to find his weapon? I need some powerful blood to work my magic,’ she said matter-of-factly, like that made total sense.

Blood magic. My weapon did blood magic.

‘I’m just supposed to ask one of them for their blood?’ I screamed at her, my face pinching in anger.

Michael frowned. “Is something wrong?”

I laughed nervously, and now Raphael was looking at me like I was crazy.

‘It has to be one of the archangels who have blessed Lincoln with power, so either will do, really,’ Sera said, as if that was helping.

My hand nervously ran through my hair. “Well, I guess Sera needs archangel blood for her magic finder spell… so…”

Oh God, kill me know.

Michael stepped forward, bringing with him the air of power, and held out his arm. “No problem. I trust you, Brielle.”

Those blazing blue eyes looked right through me, straight into my soul, and I nearly covered my chest in an attempt to hide. I felt so exposed, so… raw.

Archangel Michael trusted me. Angel blood fetched a fair price on the black market, and he trusted me.

‘Come on, Lincoln’s being tortured for all we know!’ Sera shouted, making me jump a little.

Breaking out of my Michael mesmerization, I pulled Sera out.

‘Just a little taste is all I need,’ she instructed.

Gross.

Michael held his arm out, and I reluctantly sliced a little cut on the upper part of his left forearm. He didn’t even flinch, but I did.

I just freaking cut Archangel Michael. I was totally going to hell.

‘Oh yum. He tastes even better then he smells.’

Oh. My. God. My face fell.

‘You’re completely nuts,’ I told my blade.

She didn’t seem to care. ‘Get in the car. I’ve got a beacon on your man.’

Relief washed over me. “She’s got him!”

I ran to the car, Noah hopping in the driver seat while I sat shotgun. The rest of our crew pilled in the back, with Michael and his warriors following us in one of the Fallen Army-issued fifteen passenger vans. They were blacked out, and had such severe tinting you couldn’t even see inside of them.

Hopefully we would be low-key.

‘Go right,’ Sera urged suddenly.

“Right!” I shouted, and Noah slammed on the brakes, cutting the wheel to make the turn.

I muttered an apology to him and told Sera to give me more notice next time.

‘I can’t. Go left,’ she shouted.

“Left here!” I pointed to the road we were about to pass.

The tires squealed as we made the turn, and Noah gave me a glare.

“She can’t help it! Drive slower,” I shouted at him.

“Yeah,” Shea backed me up.

Noah sighed, easing on the brakes and slowing to a crawl. We made our way slowly into the city of Inferno, almost to the outer edge where there were high gates and tons of demon guards.

“What’s that?” I whispered, staring at the gates.

“We call it the city of Limbo. It’s a demon stronghold,” Noah explained.

Oh God. If Lincoln was in there, I would cry.

‘Left and stop. He’s here. The big brick building up ahead,’ Sera told me.

I relayed her words to Noah, and we turned left and parked. Up ahead, there was indeed a large red brick industrial building. It felt like the gauntlet all over again.

‘How can you see when you don’t have eyes?’ I asked Sera.

‘I’m an angel blade. I don’t need eyes to see,’ she retorted.

Show-off.

Not one of us dared leave the car for fear of tipping them off and them killing or moving Lincoln.

“I have a plan,” Michael said over the radio. “Our Light Mage says this building is heavily guarded, and I don’t want to spook them. Brielle, do you feel ready to do a mission?”