“If that"s what he was. My stomach churned. I was torn between squinting to see if I could see anything in the shadows of his hooded cloak and turning on my heel to make a run for it. The last time I"d stood before a faceless figure I had done something that would stay with me forever. Suddenly, everything I had been telling myself a moment earlier seemed ridiculous. We need to go, we need to go! I started backing away and looked over my shoulder. Max was standing by the car watching us, straining to see who had just opened the door. „We need to go," I hissed urgently, under my breath. But Lincoln didn"t take his eyes off the doorway. His power swirling around me, so intense it was like swimming inside a beehive. He was standing rigid and pale, looking beyond the cloaked figure. „It"s too late for that." I followed his gaze and clapped a hand over my mouth. Another eight figures, all cloaked, all faceless, stood behind the one at the door. The weirdest part - I could sense only one... exile nearby.MoreLessShow More Show Less
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