Chapter 24

Any previous desire to leave the office dissipated with that phone call. Fourteen graves? What sort of magic required that many corpses? Or pieces of corpses? Gideon would want to know. And Gideon would need to know about all of this soon.

He made his way downstairs to the apartment, collecting books as he went. If nothing else, he could try to narrow down what they were looking for—a black mage, a sorcerer, a demon with an elaborate mating ritual, or something Jesse hadn’t even thought of yet. Jesse stretched out on the couch with his books, with a heavy sense of déjà vu.How many times had he tried to distract himself from personal chaos in books?

Jesse was surprised to see the trick still worked.

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