They’re in the yard out there, Damas told me. All five of them. Looking toward us. Your charm can’t hide anyone else, right? They’ll see Diavan. I don’t think we’ll be able to get back to the van without a fight.
Thinking of the dead security guard, I replied, I wouldn’t mind a fight.
Dark elves are strong and agile. And what about Diavan? He has no magical weapons with which to defend himself.
That was the problem. Belatedly, it occurred to me that we should have fought the dark elves and then gotten Diavan out of the house’s weird alter dimension.
I almost called 911 to report the dead security guard—that ought to have police milling all over the property, and if the dark elves were as dedicated to not being seen as Pariah had said, they would disappear. But I was a wanted woman. Cal
