Charles I looked at the faces of my Enforcers, their expressions a mix of determination and concern. We were up against an enemy that was ruthless, unpredictable, and utterly unbound by conventional rules and set against a ticking clock we couldn't even watch. "Keep the pressure on the people fr
"His grandmother," I said, thinking of Asher's wife. "I don't know if his mother had any magic." "It could be coming on sooner than you think." I shook my head. "Finding Eason is the priority. I have people on it. I'll push harder. What can you tell me about the ritual setup? Could Mooncrest act
Grace My hands shook as I held the tablet. I tightened my grip on it as the lines continued to fade and re-draw as Eason's dot continued to move. The red grew brighter as it continued to move. Even as the relief washed over me, knowing that we had some idea about where Eason was, I couldn't shake
"They're going underground. They're definitely near a warehouse or inside it. There's a building." I bit my lip. "Wait! Not a warehouse. You're looking for a house, like an old outpost or general store. It's near the entrance to the preserve." The lines started to shimmer and grow stronger until I
Charles The gravel crunched as we slowed and drifted between the warehouses toward the open area. The warehouse stood looking more like a ruin than anything that was still being used. Behind it, the house, which once served as a ticket booth to the preserve, now stood deserted, its windows and doo
I tapped my earpiece, calling Seraphina. "Your Majesty," my partner hissed. I turned as more people started to come out of the other entrances to the area, wielding random pipes and chains. I stowed my gun. "I'll take the left?" I asked. She nodded, her eyes glinting in the dark. Then, they
Grace My eyes hurt. My stomach was in knots, and I was certain that if I drank another cup of coffee, I was going to start shaking. Still, I sat at Eason's computer, hoping that using it would give me some inspiration, some clue about what to do, what to write, and what to say. My fingers shook as
"Eason has fantastic taste," she said, her voice light. "I'll have to ask where he shops for you. If this isn't a power suit, I don't know what is." I looked at it and smiled at the vibrant, blood-red dress. The pin in the lapel of the long jacket that went with it was Mooncrest's crest. It was st