Staring off, lost in thought, Vernon stood behind the bar pouring another ale for Michaela. She was still sitting up straight, but he didn’t know how.

He emptied the rest of the sedative he had been slipping into her drinks all night long into her cup. He had given her enough to knock out two horses already. How she was still awake, he had no idea.

These demigods were powerful. But he would continue to play his part and see this through. If he did this right, he ...