“What are you talking about, Durant?” asked Michael, his voice unwavering. His face was calm and expressionless as he stared at the Soul Dealer woman in front of us.
“I will repeat this one last time, Riverwoods,” replied Durant. Her red hair fell in gracious curls over her shoulders, streaked here and there with gold. Her bright eyes blazed like the sun. Behind her, a pair of magnificent white wings were splayed open. Her body was covered in gilded armor much like the one Carlisle wore. In fact, all the other Soul Dealers surrounding us were clad in golden armor. Twelve pairs of blazing eyes looked down on us from the corridors of the second floor overlooking the one beneath. “You are summoned to the Los Angeles Sanctum for an inquest. The wolf girl with you is charged with the murder o
