Closing the Circle
“DON’T SCARE HIM!” ELDRED wanted to strangle Lachtin almost as much as he wanted to reach out and touch him. As f****d up as it was, he was envying Mo for the hand resting on his arm. He needed it; he needed Lachtin.
The energy inside of him was flying in every direction, and while he could sense the possible Fetch, he couldn’t point out the exact place. His heart was banging in his ribcage; cold tremors overtook his body.
“He needs to know what’s going on.” Lachtin was far more annoyed than he let on, it was a silent blazing strong enough to leave Eldred breathless.
“What is going on?” Mo shifted his weight, and for the first time today he reminded Eldred of the man he’d been when they’d first met—big and reliable.
“I told you I’m a witch, didn’t I?” Eldred had men
