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THE OFFER
ARBOR
It had taken days to arrange this meeting. She was not going to mess this up. Not even if her brother was being ornery about the whole thing.
“Shut up, Prescott,” she ground out. “There might be someone watching.”
“Who would be watching us, Arbor dearest?” he purred.
The last couple weeks had been a trial. After Fordham had rescued them from Lethbridge and ordered them to disappear, she had come up with a plan—find the people who had sold magical artifacts to the House of Shadows and ingratiate herself into their inner circle.
But after a horrible trek through unfamiliar forest to make it into Kinkadia, they had gotten the runaround. Tonight would be the night they finally met the leader of the Red Masks.
She had watched from the sidelines as the Father stripped t
