Chapter 9
Luther
“Guendolyn,” I whispered, but she didn’t stir. Shivers crawled down my back, but there was no time to waste.
This was a terrible idea, a shitty idea, yet here I stood in her bedroom, night draping over her but hiding nothing.
Somehow Guendolyn had opened the gateway to her whereabouts in the human realm, and about damn time, except her aura now revealed her to every damned soul-sucking deviant in the Wandering Realm.
Shadows already stretched and shifted across the land outside her window. I prowled across her chamber. Clothes and books lay on the floor, paintings and an easel near the window. I stepped past a book with the cover of a skinny, short-haired man in tight pants, his skin covered in markings, his ears pierced. Was this what females liked in this realm?
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