Chapter 19 The White-Hot Center

“That’s a piece of it,” I whispered.

Drake stepped closer. His pupils blew wide, slit thinning. “They broke off a corner,” he said. “Enough to experiment. Not enough to trigger the old wards.”

“Christine,” Seris said quietly. “Hold out your hand.”

Every instinct screamed steady, instant no.

“No,...

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