Chapter 8“Tomato shrimp smoothies tonight,” said Dane as he descended into the sub-Lair. Sean was there, bent over the new map, forehead creased. Clearly he hadn’t cracked it yet. “If you were wondering what misery we’re in for.”
“There’s got to be some reason only some of these light up when I add magic, but there’s nothing in common. It’s not location—they’re everywhere. By streams and roads and forests.”
“Take a break,” said Dane, and pushed the bottle of brandy sitting unloved on the table toward Sean. “You’re giving yourself more wrinkles.”
“You little s**t,” said Sean, but he snapped out of his distant look. He grabbed the bottle. “Can you not? For once?”
Dane shrugged.
“Thought you’d want to know.”
“What I want to know is why you keep bringing my age up. You think it’s endeari
