I thought we’d managed to get a bit of luck back when McDonald was able to narrow down our search, but I was wrong. We walked back and forth through Rosslyn, my aura sight active, checking each of the five buildings he’d identified for us, and, naturally, the one we wanted was number five.

Okay, I guess our luck could have been worse. McDonald could have been completely wrong, and we could have needed to search even more streets, but my mood was fraying the more time that passed.

Caitlyn had joined us on building number three, and she was a few steps ahead of us, peering up into the darkness. Paul put an arm around me and gave me a quick hug. “It will all work out,” he said.

He usually knows just the right thing to say to put me in a better mood. I hugged him bac...

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