Chapter Twelve: Tai
I’d called Phélan again before Fi, Daix and I ever got as far as my cellar hideaway. Honestly, the plan to use myself as Fionn-shaped bait had been circling in my mind for a while.
I still wasn’t sure I was ready to relinquish it altogether. But Daix’s plan had merit, too.
Either way, I needed to pick Phélan’s brains.
The man had the sense not to shadow me, this time — or at least, not to let me know that he had. He did what I’d expected him to do. He went to my house.
I knew he was there from the moment I opened the front door. I’ve never been able to decide whether or not I’m imagining things, when it comes to Phélan. He has an impact on things people have no business messing with, like atmosphere, and shadows, and the precise quality of the silence.
Atmosphere:
