5
LAVINIA
The next morning, a short warlock with shaved head and tattoos on his neck escorted me from my bedroom to the summoning room.
There, Eldon, Tack, Damien, and Bates waited for me.
My hands shook, afraid of what they would have me do today, or what pain they might inflict on me, but I hid my hands behind my back and lifted my chin. Once more I held on to rage and pushed back my fear.
“We have a fun task today,” Eldon declared.
I didn’t say anything. There was nothing I considered fun here.
Tack picked up the prototype from the table. “We’ve located another box.”
My stomach dropped.
No …
Eldon looked me up and down. What was so special about jeans, a sweater, and boots? Then he glanced over my shoulder. The bald warlock still stood there. “Bring her a thick jacket, snow ca
