But knowing the hunt has officially arrived worsens the unease she hasn’t been able to shake since she looked into that beast’s horrible eyes. She’s felt fear like that only once before, but the memory of it lies in shards on the floor of her mind, too sharp to pick up and handle. The sulfuric smell of alchemy, her mother’s blond hair puddled in blood, the sob she loosed when Margaret dragged her from the lab, and …
