A Summoning from the Shadows

The insistent buzzing of her phone dragged Blair from a dream filled with swirling shadows and the haunting melody of Victor's voice. She fumbled for the device on her nightstand, squinting at the bright screen in the darkness. James's name flashed across the display, a jolt of unease accompanying the late-night call.

"What the hell, James?" she muttered, her voice thick with sleep and irritation. "Do you know what time it is?"

"Blair, I hope I didn't wake you," James's voice, smooth and controlled, even at this ungodly hour, poured through the receiver. It was never a good sign when James called after midnight. It usually meant trouble.

"You did," Blair said flatly. "What's going on?"

"A mission," he continued, his voice taking on a clipped, business-like tone. "We need you."