Chapter 17 Mara

Soren drops my hands like they're on fire.

He's on his feet before I can blink, and the shadows come up off the floor round him in a black rush, licking up the bookshelves, swallowing the moonlight. The candle in the man's hand gutters and nearly dies.

"Rafe," says Soren.

Oh no. Oh no, no, no....

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