Asher

Was Vicky kidding?

Was this the "grand inspiration" she had mentioned for taking down a sorcerer like Massachusetts? A dance?

She glided before the beast, sashaying her waist to a rhythm only she could hear.

"What are you doing? Go!" her thoughts drifted toward us, carried by the biting wind.

"I could ask the same of you!" I retorted mentally.

"It’s a hypnotic dance! Don't distract me—just leave!" she instructed, her mental voice sharp and laced with authority.

Caspian and I ...