Jesse

When I got up that morning, something strange happened.

I noticed Lia sitting there at the table with her scrying crystal and a map of the area spread out in front of her. Her fingers hovered over the glass like she’d been there for a while, focused, tense.

“Lia, what are you doing?”

“Nothing.”

I sighed. “Are you seriously going to sit there and tell me that you are doing nothing when you are doing something?”

Lia dropped the crystal so loudly that it clattered onto ...