She was so tired of fighting.

Tired of losing.

“There has to be a clue,” Fitz said. “We’ll take this whole place apart if we have to. Then we’ll find them and we’ll bring them back and we’ll make sure they’re happy and safe and that nothing bad ever happens to them again, okay?”

No—it wasn’t okay.

It would never be okay.

The Neverseen had her family!

“Does ‘Nightfall’ mean anything?” a shaky female voice said behind them, eliciting quite a few gasps. “That’s what they said. They didn’t know I was hiding here—one of them had talked about listening for thoughts, so I let my mind go dark and silent. And I heard them say, ‘Take them to Nightfall.’ ”

“Nightfall?” Keefe repeated as Sophie spun around, following the trail of panicked human thoughts to the voice.

There.

On the wall behind them, a door was open just a crack. Probably a closet or a bathroom.

“It’s okay to come out,” Fitz promised. “We’re here to help.”

Several seconds passed before the door swung open and a young girl stepped slowly out.

She was taller than Sophie remembered. Thinner. Her curly brown hair cut short. But even with all those changes, Sophie would’ve recognized her little sister anywhere.

Her sister’s eyebrows pressed together, like she was straining extra hard to figure out what to say.

When their eyes met, she whispered, “Sophie?”