The Curse
“Evalle slapped her hand down on the island counter in her kitchen. Why wouldn’t Lanna let her enjoy a quiet Sunday night after all she’d been through? “Storm doesn’t want to see me. Besides, I have a job to do.”If she knew where to start looking for Tristan, she’d leave now, but the Medb had Tristan … if Kizira’s warlocks hadn’t killed him after he’d teleported Evalle away from the farmhouse. It was going to take some time to find out where he was.If he still lived.She hoped so and would start searching tomorrow. If Tzader caught her out walking the streets tonight there’d be hell to pay.Lanna had showered and changed to a bubble-gum pink sweater and jeans after having swung by the hotel to retrieve her small suitcase. The clothes gave her the appearance of an innocent teenager, but she called herself a sorceress.Could she actually be a sorceress?Picking up a lug nut, Lanna tossed it to Feenix, who snagged the treat with his tongue, then danced around chortling. Lanna said, “Tzader sa...id you take time off.MoreLess
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