THE ENTIRE COTTAGE stank of stale drunkenness but that wasn’t what bothered Eldred. The oppressing chill was one he couldn’t figure out. This was no ordinary spirit. He wasn’t sure it was a spirit at all, but whatever it was, its call was leading him here.
He needed Lachtin.
His hands were burning, his skin tingling, and yet he couldn’t pinpoint where the shadow was lingering. When he’d been out on the doorstep he would’ve bet his balls it was inside the cottage but when he’d entered there was only a residue of energy.
He needed to smudge this place...thoroughly. Rubbing his arms, he tried to chase away some of the shivers, but it wasn’t helping.
“What do you mean?” Mo’s eyes were dulled which had Eldred’s pulse raising. Something was wrong.
“Something has happened in here. Did you se
