Even in September, the Florida nights are muggy as humidity makes everything thick with its stickiness. It was something Bertram Leary found difficult to become accustomed to since his move to Harbor City. He would never become used to it, he thought, as he stood at the entrance to Feather Lakes—the Bottoms. Hopefully, he wouldn’t be here long enough to worry about it.
Bertram ran a hand through his gray hair, taking a deep breath as he scanned the surrounding area. There was still quite a bit to accomplish before he could return home to Ireland. His father would not allow it until their task was completed, and so far, it had been slow going. Of course, Bertram was not pleased at being sent to Harbor City to clean up after a demon. However, when Prince Dakath of the Unseelie Court demanded something, the Leary family jumped, as they had for generations. It was the price of being aligned with power—and magic.