"Where is Memphis?"
Confusion quickly spread across everyone's faces at Lucian's question. Even Gustav had no idea what was going on.
Everyone except Lucian and Memphis.
Memphis's breath hitched beneath the crushing weight against his throat.
A moment later, Lucian finally lifted his foot.
Memphis immediately coughed, one hand reaching for his throat while the other remained pressed against his gunshot wound. He exhaled heavily before lifting his gaze back to Lucian.
"How did you..."
"Where?"
Memphis held his breath.
The unbearable ache in his chest was growing worse. His body was slowly turning cold and numb, and he could already taste blood inside his mouth.
Remembering Lucian's offer, he finally gave in.
"I don't know," he breathed between jagged breaths. "All I know is that I was supposed to come here... and the chamber would protect me."
Lucian let out a dry laugh.
"Fool."
He turned toward Gustav and gave him a single nod before walking away toward his car.
