Book Seven: Chapter 251

There had been plenty of surprises on that fateful day, but there had not been ample time to appreciate them. With the Order, the military, and gods knew who else on their way to investigate, the Curator and Legion had boxed up Amir and traveled home via private jet. Even taking off had been a chore, as the runway had been choked up with hundreds of corpses that had simply fallen down when Captain Francois had died.

The man had been a useful pawn, but was a fool. If he had stuck to the plan, then there was a good chance he would have killed off the Caretaker and been done with it. Alas, the Director’s past involving the naga of the Radley house had been an unexpected twist, one that had resulted in Francois making his move far too early.

At least, that was how the Curator saw it. He watched the sun descend past the treeline, then walked down the steps toward the old barn. It was time to get busy, and he did his best work at night, his faculties sharpened as a result of t