My ice walls seemed to be holding up well both upstairs and down, and there wasn't any more structural damage to the house after last night's attack. If we were lucky, the walls would last until I found a way to get Kason out.

With a new bottle of wine stuffed with fennel seeds and a bowl of cereal, I made myself horizontally comfortable on the couch with everything within easy reach and Nasty balanced on my stomach. I pulled up Kason's tattoo again on the screen. Even ...