7 DRAYNOR The wind whips through my hair, the rumbling of the motorcycle a steady vibration between my legs that matches the tingling of my nerves. We’ve been in that house for months, and thus far, we’ve seen no indication that anyone knows where we are — if Claire already figured it out, she has yet to send anyone to take Dawn or to kill us. But what if she’s just biding her time? What if she’s waiting for a moment like this? The only ones left at the house to protect Dawn are Silas and Kain — Markula is powerless against Claire, and Kain has no idea how to harness his power. But there’s no choice. If there was, I wouldn’t be going to find Era. He’s not so far from the house, a day’s journey, but the farther I get from Dawn, the weaker I feel. I blink, the frosted tips of the barren