“Is he here?” Moraine asked, stepping forward to work on the door. “Yes,” I replied, lifting a hand to the vial of blood which hung from my neck, the few drops warm within my fingers, urging me on. The spell I’d cast on it would lead me directly to the man who had bled to fill the vial and there was no doubt in my mind that he was contained within the bowels of this building now that I stood before it. “The tip off was good.” I ignored the relief which settled over me at that fact. Dragor’s fury would have been beyond compare if the Fae we sought wasn’t here after all of this effort had gone
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