Chapter 43

Nothing about the golem's routine had changed, nor was there anyone else on site at the warehouse. Where did they keep this thing when they had the parties? Did they stash him in a closet? Cram him in a wheel well?

I positioned myself inside the warehouse, my fingers closed around the red throwing star that I'd manifested, the sharp bite amping me into a high wire alertness.

When the golem entered, his roughly drawn eyes widened comically in recognition.

"Hey, big boy. Remember me?" I fired the weapon into his left eye.

The golem ran at me, not deterred at all.

My heart pulsed in my throat in time to his thudding footsteps. I made another throwing star and blinded his other eye.

He sped up.

I fixed an image in my mind and called on my magic. A second later I held a pike with a curved blade on the end.

Closer and closer he came, while I ignored every smart instinct to run. I swung, catching the golem mid-section.