Chapter 22

“Do you think it’s linked to the house?” asked me Xander one evening at dinner.

I shrugged. “I think the target is someone not something,” I said vaguely so that Eloim wouldn’t figure out what we were talking about.

“Stop giving this to the dog,” said Xander grabbing the food from Eloim’s finger and putting it back on his plate. “He has all the food he needs in his bowl.”

Miki stood there between Eloim and Xander, sitting straight up and looking...