15. Kamikaze
We watched in silence as they gently lowered the platform. I tried to see Evangeline’s face, but a crowd of women immediately swarmed in to surround her, blocking my view. “What are they doing to her?” I hissed.
“I don’t know, but it doesn’t look like they’re trying to hurt her,” Mage said. “Besides, Viggo can’t get to her if they’re there, right?”
As usual, Mage had assessed the situation clearly. Between the circle of tribeswomen around Evangeline, the tigers, and the tribesmen armed and ready along the perimeter of the clearing, focused both on our end and the other, Viggo would consider it too risky to come through yet. He was insane, but not in the stupid, kamikaze way that was required to get to her.
“What do we do now?” Caden whispered.
I sighed. “I’m going in. They should be okay with me. Once I get to her, I can—” I stopped abruptly as my ears caught Evangeline calling my name. A second later I spotted long, raven-black hair flying through the air from the opposite end of the clearing, its owner sailing over the tribesmen and tigers, flinging spears in every direction. Several tribesmen went down, and a tiger yelped, wounded.
Rachel. Heading straight for Evangeline. And I couldn’t get to her in time.