REVENANT

Book Two of the Lychos Cycle

Sage stumbles over the threshold. The culprit, torn carpeting come loose from the metal strip holding it down. A faint odor rises to my sensitive nose with each step, memories of all the feet that have passed down this hall, to this room we've lied to rent.

He manages to right himself as I slip the door shut behind us. His sea-green eyes meet mine, lips trying to smile around a grimace of pain as my ...