Jonathan tugged and pulled at my hand, and I clamped down, knowing I was hurting him. But no way was I letting go. Sand and grit pushed on my face, drove into my nose and ears, and about two seconds before I finally lost it, we burst upward onto a lawn of green grass. Gasping and choking for air, I rolled to my side. Jonathan was on his knees, coughing and wiping his face, and Lark stood as if this was an every day occurrence. We were outside Caesar’s Palace once more, though I was happy to see we weren’t in the same area where Lark had put Caleb’s body. “Remind me not to let you make the travel plans again,” I said as I pushed to my feet. Her lips quirked. “We’ve got to move. The other elementals will be right behind us.” “Are they hunting us?” Jonathan grabbed my hand. “I need something to write on. Right now.” I shook my head.
