Chapter Eleven
Dawn was breaking when I emerged from Mistress Reyna’s surprisingly modern stone house. Exhausted almost to the point of collapse after ascending all those steep stairs I closed the front door and the screen behind me and leaned woozily against the wall beside them.
Deadbolts thumped by themselves as they had at every stage of my journey in and out. Too tired to wonder whether this was magic or technology I panted for breath and tried to recuperate. After a bit of rest I felt ready to at least take stock of my condition.
I was weak and dizzy, much as the victims of vampires are said to be. Yet I greeted the daylight with relief and a stirring of new energy rather than feeling compelled to shun it. I might have had a bad hangover without the headache and nausea. I certain
