LATCH

Without waiting to hear his response, I grabbed Elena’s hand and pulled her to my room, which had already been ransacked. “Fuck,” I muttered.

Thankfully, I wasn’t a moron and had hidden most of my more important items, but still, we’d only be taking back half of what I’d hoped for.

My dresser was toppled over, and the drawers were all broken. The closet door had been ripped from the hinges, and all my clothes were shredded and lying on the floor or on my bed, which had been overturned.

Elena gasped next to me, taking in the destruction. “I’m so sorry, Atlas.”

“They’re just things,” I said as I shoved the box spring and mattress out of my way.

When I’d tracked down someone’s runaway teenager and only asked for cloaking spells in return, they’d thought I was crazy, but they’d sure the hell come in handy now.

Quickly, I ripped the wooden slats up from the floor and unearthed three chests. One smaller and the most important, the other two larger and filled with weapons and other potions.