Deep Down Your Black Heart
“I hope we can move forward… maturely. Mistakes were made, I’ll admit, but this is bigger than us now.”
“You sound like a dying cat,” Gazier quipped, barely suppressing a grin. Evee masked her laughter with a forced cough.
Hound ignored the banter, pulling a thin book from his jacket and placing it on the table. The book was dense with words, its cover plain and unassuming. “Everything you need to know is here,” he said. “Each copy is tailored to your role. The events described will occur within the next twelve months, but only if you follow the instructions precisely. Any deviation will render all the books useless.”
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