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Drakulya flung a book across the room at this cloaked thing. The wrath vanished like a ghost. The book hit the wall, and crashed to the floor. Cursing once more, Drakulya raged toward the place where the strange spirit had been. He muttered something and spun around. His hard frown turned to a smile that widened as his eyes glared at me. As if forgetting about the apparition, Drakulya moved back across the room. “I understand you seek someone from your world?” Skrlock and his big mouth. I'd have to remember the man was a big squealer. Drakulya's spy? I would never trust saying anything in front of him again. “Yes,” I breathed a little sigh. “She is a relative, or a friend?” “Relative. A cousin,” I said. “And what will you do once you find her?” he asked, thumbs hooked on his belt, lo