Trinity Erickson felt her way through the darkened corridors of the abandoned building, apprehensive. It was many years since she was last summoned by the most exalted member of the Daughters of Isis. Things hadn’t gone well then; probably wouldn’t go well now.
Beside her, Aaron squeezed her hand and she could hear his voice inside her head. It’s okay, sweetheart. She only has power over you if you let her. [Read more...]
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