Cadeon

Petra looks at me with rage in her eyes.

Raw, unfiltered rage.

I genuinely don't know what to say because she's the last person I thought I'd see. I'm so stunned that she almost shifts back to get away from me, but I hold the medallion to her skin and the acrid smell of burning flesh invades my nostrils.

One side is stainless steel and the other is silver. It's a good weapon to have in your pocket.

"Stop!" she yells in agony.

I have to snap out of this. I ask her, "How the hell did ...