I turn, barely leashing my fear, as I face off with Drexel, a young hunter Delaney rescued from an auction house. “Where is she?” I manage.
Drexel turns his attention to the room, then back to me. “Bronywyn?”
“Who the hell else would I be looking for?”
“She’s not here. I haven’t seen her since I went to bed. What happened?”
He can’t help me, so I shove past him.
“Hey! What’s going on?”
“A fuck load, hunter,” I growl, before blurring out of the house in search of Bronywyn. She could be anywhere at this point. And the idea of her out there, dark magic flowing through her veins, is terrifying.
Fearghas said the power corrupts. That each time she uses it, it twists her mind, steadily tainting everything that is good about her.
She’s already used it once.
So, I will track her down, hunting her, in hopes I can find her before she uses it again. Because if I don’t, I worry it will be too late.