I felt the swish of wings a moment before my father spoke, his appearance making both Bastian and Emrys jump nearly out of their skins. “You called?” Azrael asked from the doorway. I tossed an irritated glare over my shoulder. “Yeah, I did. Lots. Good of you to show up.” Bastian found my
“Haunting rooftops again, I see,” Bastian called from behind me, startling me out of my intense stare-down of an inanimate object, namely, a door. The only thing special about this door was that behind it lay a raging arcane club. The music radiated up from the ground, through the building, rattling my bones
