“What do you want with us?” Morgan demanded.
“You know, Mr. Adamson, you have proven yourself to be quite a troublemaker for my house,” Loren said.
“Leave him alone, Loren.”
Loren turned to face Evan. “Well, well.” He sneered and looked from Evan to Morgan. “Don’t you two make an odd couple.” He walked to Evan, then turned to face Morgan once more. “Tell me, Morgan,” he said, drawing a knife from his belt. “How has a mortal managed to stay alive this long with Evan Reynolds?”
A deathly chill stole up Morgan’s spine. “What?”
Evan’s pale eyes widened. “Loren, please,” he pleaded weakly.
Loren turned a sinister grin to him. “Well, it’s about time I heard you beg for me, sorcerer, but you are no longer in a position to ask for anything.” He returned to Morgan, knife in hand.
“Loren!” Evan begged.