Darius motioned for Ronan and the two masked recruits to huddle. In the dim side-room the light was low, the air smelling faintly of oil and old paper. Darius watched them with an intensity that put all three on edge; his eyes, though hidden, seemed to catalog everything about them.
He produced three small rings—space rings, made of a dull metal. They looked mundane enough, but when Darius tapped it, the band expanded and slid over a finger before snapping shut.
"You also should all be able to contact one another," Darius said, voice blunt. "Connect your tokens now as I tell you."
