What if he found a way to get out before then?
Darien ignored Lukas and pointed to the cylinder in my hands. “You have to put it back or innocent people will die. That’s what she told me.”
“Who?”
“The one who asked me to hide it.”
“You mean the demon,” Lukas shouted from the other side of the door.
Darien sank to his knees. His shoulders sagged as though he couldn’t hold himself upright. The symbol was slowly killing him a second time. “A woman gave it to me. She told me I could redeem myself. Make my worthless life mean something.”
What was he talking about?
“He’s lying.” I recognized Jared’s voice immediately. “Vengeance spirits lie just like demons.”
Darien frowned. “I killed six men in this prison protecting that thing and gave my life to the chair. That’s no lie. You put that piece back where you found it before people get hurt outside these walls.”
Jared’s face appeared in the window. “Don’t listen to him. He knows we can use the Shift to destroy Andras.”
The spirit’s eyes widened in horror. “The Shift doesn’t destroy Andras. It frees him.”
“What did you say?” I asked.
Darien spoke each word slowly. “If you assemble the Shift, it opens the gate.”
“Liar!” Alara shouted from the hallway.
Panic spread through the spirit’s hollow features, and he charged at me. I didn’t have time to turn away before Darien hit the outer boundary of the circle again. His body convulsed like he was caught in an electrified fence. Then the force threw him back, and he slid across the concrete on his side.
“Kennedy, put it together now,” Priest called out. “If the Shift can destroy Andras, it might be able to destroy him, too.”
“I’ll just wait until—”
Priest cut me off. “He’s not giving up. What if he finds a weak spot in the circle?”
My hand shook as I tried to find the disks in my pocket.
I sat down and crossed my legs, piling them in my lap. I slid the first disk into the cylindrical casing. One of the symbols cut into the metal lit up, casting a beam of pure white light across the floor in the shape of the looping script.
Darien opened his eyes, still lying on his side. “I sacrificed my life to protect it for nothing.”
“You didn’t sacrifice your life,” Jared snapped. “You were executed because you’re a murderer.”
My whole body trembled. “I should let you guys put it together. I can stay here until the Devil’s Trap destroys him.”
If it destroys him.
“Kennedy,” Lukas pleaded. “You’re too close to the circle. Don’t give him the chance to break through and take it away from you.”
I struggled with the next piece, sliding it into the wrong chamber before I realized each disk only fit into a specific one. The second symbol emitted the same clean white light.
Darien crawled to the edge of the line separating us, so close I could reach out and touch him. “I killed men inside these walls. Evil men who tried to find the piece and give it to the servants of the demon. I promised to keep it safe.”
Our eyes met, and I pressed myself flatter against the wall, trying to create distance where there was none.
My hands shook as I lined up the next piece, and I lost my grip.
The Shift rolled toward the edge of the Devil’s Trap.
I scrambled for it, and Darien lunged at me again.
For a split second, it looked like his hands were going to cross the edge of the circle, or the cylinder was going to roll into the Devil’s Trap. Darien hit the supernatural force field and my fingers caught the casing at almost the same moment—just as it reached the black line and Darien’s body was hurled back into the center of the symbol.
“Kennedy!” Jared pounded on the metal door, but I didn’t move. I couldn’t.
I scooted back against the wall, and slid the third disk into position.
Light poured from the arced shape.
Darien flickered, his cheek pressed against the cold floor I knew he couldn’t feel. “I failed. We all did.”
“Who?”
“Don’t talk to him,” Jared begged. “Just put it together.”
“The spirits protecting the other pieces,” Darien finished.
The last disk balanced between my fingers. All I had to do was slip it into place, but my hands weren’t working. Every doubt about my mother’s past, the Legion, and the four people who believed in me resurfaced.
What if I make the wrong choice?
“What if he’s telling the truth?”
Jared pressed his forehead against the square opening. “Don’t let him get in your head. You saw the journal. You know what it says.”
Lukas shoved Jared out of the way, taking his place. “He’s a vengeance spirit working for a demon. You can’t trust him. Trust us.”
Alara edged her way in front of the opening, her face blurred by my tears. “We’re in this together.”
“You’re one of us,” Priest called out from somewhere behind her.