Erica didn't get to go on, at least not right away. We all felt the ripple of blood magic suddenly tearing through the building, though it wasn't aimed at us. Within a moment an Enforcer raced into the chamber, blood on his face from what looked like spray.

"They've been taken," he said, desperation and fear in his voice. "Celeste and Demitrius Strong. And Dominic Moromond's life fed their escape."

Quaid surged to his feet, face a mask of rage, but it was too late. He'd ...