On the one hand, Devin wanted answers - he always had, and they had never been given to him - and the possibility of getting some was very tempting. Averting a potential disaster was also a tick in the 'pros' column. On the other hand, treading where neither he nor Valdis were meant to be could be catastrophic.

And a very small part of him feared the answers he might get. Uncertainty was as much a freedom as a prison, when it came to Abaddon. Another sizzle of electricity crawled down Devin's spine; it was impossible to tell if that was approval or a warning, or just completely random. Which in itself proved the need to find out what the hell was going on, as wary as it made him.

"Alright," he exhaled. Being exceptionally careful went without saying. "How do we start?"