Morvyth stalked into the room, kicking the ruined door out of her way as she came toward us, murder in her eyes.

I mentally shook off my weariness. No time for that. Although I wasn’t in a circle or performing a ritual, I reached out for what little remained of the fading sunset and drew in a tiny bit of power. It wasn’t enough, but it would have to do. As I drew in power, I glanced around, just moving my eyes, looking for where I’d dropped my pack. There! By one of the shelves, less than 25 feet from me. Now, how to get to it?

McDonald stepped between me and Morvyth. Huh. I hadn’t thought he had it in him. “You have been lying to me,” he said, his voice firm. He held one hand behind his back and was waving it in the direction of my pack. Okay. I had un...

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