Weakness was failure.
And Dagan had learned at the old man’s knee not
to accept failure.
CHAPTER NINE
Toronto, Canada
SOMEONE WAS HUNTING HER.
Perched on the rail of the bell tower that rose from the
north end of the deconsecrated church, Roxy turned her
face to the wind—stronger and colder up here so far
from the ground—and opened her senses.Yes, someone
was out there, and that made hard-edged rage ignite in
her gut.
This was herhome.After a lifetime of doing
without, she’d made herself a home.
Now, someone dared to slink onto her turf, uninvited. Stalking her.
She breathed deep, her head coming up, her skin
crackling with awareness as she studied the night shadows. Whoever was out there was good. She couldn’t
hear him. Couldn’t see him.
But she knew he was there.
Her own fault. She’d been careful not to tip her
hand, dancing around the nameKraylas she made her
inquiries. Obviously, she hadn’t been careful enough.
All she’d gotten back on her queries was the vacuum
of a black hole. No one had told her anything, but it
looked like someone had ratted her out, sent word
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along the chain that she was poking around in soul
reaper business. Sutekh’s business.
Bad idea to poke at the Überlord of Chaos and Evil.
