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Though Nora Bishop had already gone into the tutelage, Deragan had restrained Bast and Acharius from leaving. “I sense something. We’re waiting. I had a feeling this would be the case.”
“What?” Acharius asked.
“They’ve been waiting for her.” Deragan blanched.
They all knew he was talking about a demonic presence. Though none could sense it as keenly as Deragan.
Just then there was a crash from inside the tutelage. Even the horses attached to her carriage were beginning to tug their reins, pulling against the handle of the carriage, in their efforts to escape this place.
A bad sign.
Black shadows crossed over the windows spurring Deragan into action.
He lurched into a blurring black mass as he crossed the abandoned drive. His body switching forms as it looked for the right one.
Bast and Acharius were on his heels.
“Keep a run to her carriage clear. I’m going in.” Deragan’s voice emerged from the shadow h
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